Gilda’s eyes looked up and into Abbey’s. She cast a small smile. “Oh no no…yes I’m fine…I just…. umm yeah.” Her gold hoops moved as her ear twitched.
░ ♥▐ — ❝Is okay. I don’t bite. That would be unpleasant.❞ Abbey watched the hoops swing at the movement of her ears. They were huge, how do they not get stuck on the fabric of her shoulders? No matter, they were surely hypnotizing.
“That’s always good to know. It’s good that you’re good.” She tapped her index fingers together nervously. The icy ghoul was always intimidating to her, even when she knew she had the warmest of hearts.
░ ♥▐ — Abbey could sense the un-easiness of the other. Hesitantly, by virtue of the fact that Abbey may not always be the best at comforting others, she tapped Gilda on the shoulder, which was some sort of reassurance.
❝Are you alright? You have feeling of… discontent.❞ With that, Abbey brought her hand back down to her side. Just in case it only made things more… awkward.
