[Her eyes flit helplessly at the mess of glass that now surrounds her, too bewildered at the sheer volume of her own clumsiness to say anything at all.
Until Terra finally decides to step into the picture. And gives her ... that look.
Her confusion soon shifts, hardening into undisguised, stony defensiveness. Now what's happening in the kitchen matters. Now it's time to be helpful. Aqua might have been blind before, but she isn't daft. Ventus and Xion are some sort of item -- This is more than some casual dinner! And Terra knew about it. Didn't he?]
You go right ahead.
[If his goal is merely to distract her, he is doing an outstanding job. Both Ventus and Xion have temporarily faded into the background in favor of meeting what she perceives as a challenge. He hasn't said anything, sure. But she hears it just as easily as if he'd spoken right into her ear: Don't you dare call attention to what you just saw.
As if she would!
The icy, pointed stare that has been directed at Terra melts almost instantaneously into one of even disappointment. She even sighs sadly, gesturing out to the hopelessly irreparable drinkware scattered all around her feet.]
I should clean this up myself. It's my mess.
[Turning carefully in the direction of her younger friend, giving Terra the full, unmistakable view of a very cold shoulder.]
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Until Terra finally decides to step into the picture. And gives her ... that look.
Her confusion soon shifts, hardening into undisguised, stony defensiveness. Now what's happening in the kitchen matters. Now it's time to be helpful. Aqua might have been blind before, but she isn't daft. Ventus and Xion are some sort of item -- This is more than some casual dinner! And Terra knew about it. Didn't he?]
You go right ahead.
[If his goal is merely to distract her, he is doing an outstanding job. Both Ventus and Xion have temporarily faded into the background in favor of meeting what she perceives as a challenge. He hasn't said anything, sure. But she hears it just as easily as if he'd spoken right into her ear: Don't you dare call attention to what you just saw.
As if she would!
The icy, pointed stare that has been directed at Terra melts almost instantaneously into one of even disappointment. She even sighs sadly, gesturing out to the hopelessly irreparable drinkware scattered all around her feet.]
I should clean this up myself. It's my mess.
[Turning carefully in the direction of her younger friend, giving Terra the full, unmistakable view of a very cold shoulder.]
Ven, pass me the broom?