[It's hard to hide one's self from Raven. She may not have Charles' ability to read minds, but she's quite remarkable at picking up even the slightest of micro-expression. It came with the territory of being able to take the shape of anyone and of being a master mimic.
The awkwardness he's showing does relax her slightly, but Raven still begins to feel the creeping doubt of her choice, the utter ridiculousness in coming. It felt like a compulsion, like a force overtaking her. But he's still talking to her, so that's good? Perhaps she'll stay a bit longer...]
I'm bad at it too. I came uninvited. You've no reason to want to talk to me. [She doesn't like how pitiful that makes her sound, but there's no taking it back now.]
Yes, it's all a lot to accept.
But I can walk around as myself. Some people stare, but nothing malicious. [That part is nice. Some amount of light that cuts through the terror.]
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The awkwardness he's showing does relax her slightly, but Raven still begins to feel the creeping doubt of her choice, the utter ridiculousness in coming. It felt like a compulsion, like a force overtaking her. But he's still talking to her, so that's good? Perhaps she'll stay a bit longer...]
I'm bad at it too. I came uninvited. You've no reason to want to talk to me. [She doesn't like how pitiful that makes her sound, but there's no taking it back now.]
Yes, it's all a lot to accept.
But I can walk around as myself. Some people stare, but nothing malicious. [That part is nice. Some amount of light that cuts through the terror.]