Amelie: Ehh Wha--!? *gasps quickly as he spins her around and hugs her. Her face goes a bright red as she stands frozen like a statue. She snaps out of her trance quickly and struggles against his arms before phasing through them* UGHH WHAT THE FIZZ, MAN!? *wipes her cheek with her hand frantically, still red* That's gross, dude e.e
(grins) Gross? Why is your face red, then? Embarassment is the first sign that you enjoyed it. Even if you won't admit it to yourself.
Amelie: *pulls at her cheeks nervously, the pink gradually fading away. She scoffs* Pshk. I'm not embarassed, I'm disgusted. My face is probably red cause I'm overheating...or something...Whatever shut up >.>
(smiles simply) I'm sorry for embarassing you, Amles. I'll try not to do it again.
Amelie: *looks up at him slightly confused and frowns slightly, mumbling* No one's embarrased, but, whatever...Good. :I
(smirks) You know, you don't have to be so brash all the time. It doesn't hurt to be a normal girl every once in a while.
Amelie: *cocks an eyebrow* Normal? Pshk, like that's any fun~ What would you consider normal, anyways? I'm made of plasma, how can I be normal?
(sigh) Fine, let me try a different approach. What happened to you when you were younger that made you like this? Why don't you like me? Why don't you like anybody?
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