[ It's such a small sound that it's almost lost to the winds still sweeping around them. Maybe it's the fact they are in the middle of said sandstorm, or maybe it's just the particular topic they're discussing, but Ange looks really tiny for a moment as she's standing there, trying to take in the other's words. ]
That's.. um.
[ ...
It seems like she doesn't even really know how to respond. Ange doesn't directly look at Caitlyn, instead glancing down, perhaps partially to protect her eyes from all the sand too. ]
Thanks, I guess. I haven't had many friends before. [ Apparently she feels like she has to clarify as much - maybe to explain her reaction.
Though her reaction would have made that fact painfully obvious already to pretty much anyone with even a vaguely normal sense of social skills. ]
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[ It's such a small sound that it's almost lost to the winds still sweeping around them. Maybe it's the fact they are in the middle of said sandstorm, or maybe it's just the particular topic they're discussing, but Ange looks really tiny for a moment as she's standing there, trying to take in the other's words. ]
That's.. um.
[ ...
It seems like she doesn't even really know how to respond. Ange doesn't directly look at Caitlyn, instead glancing down, perhaps partially to protect her eyes from all the sand too. ]
Thanks, I guess. I haven't had many friends before. [ Apparently she feels like she has to clarify as much - maybe to explain her reaction.
Though her reaction would have made that fact painfully obvious already to pretty much anyone with even a vaguely normal sense of social skills. ]