[ Juvia's too caught up with the fantasies in her head to be able to discern that Real Life Fact, like how she's barely registering Crowley might've actually heard what she said to herself and how...how strange it must sound to someone who doesn't suffer the way she does.
Juvia tries her best to not mess up, staring down at her feet to make sure she knows where she's going. She's a fighter-- not a dancer, and it's blatantly obvious the more she overthinks. ]
Really? I didn't know... [ She snaps her head up, embarrassed and suddenly staring intently at Crowley. While her head, indeed, isn't down, she's feeling out where the hell to step by sliding her feet. ] Is this better?
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Juvia tries her best to not mess up, staring down at her feet to make sure she knows where she's going. She's a fighter-- not a dancer, and it's blatantly obvious the more she overthinks. ]
Really? I didn't know... [ She snaps her head up, embarrassed and suddenly staring intently at Crowley. While her head, indeed, isn't down, she's feeling out where the hell to step by sliding her feet. ] Is this better?