Gideon is going a truly horrendous job of selling the lie, here, and Harrow is stuck between admitting that Gideon might actually be attracted to her which is earth-shatteringly weird, or pretending to be stupid beyond anything she's ever done before and insulting her intelligence and her whole sense of self on the other. Really it's lose-lose.
The blush on the cavalier's face is something else, and Harrow can see it clearly even as she's pointedly looking at everything else in the room except for Gideon. She takes up a fresh cloth and rubs aggressively at her face, more for the grounding of it than to clean herself, though she didn't really do a thorough job of that yet, either.
She turns around, facing away from Gideon as she runs water and soap through her stringy hair, ignoring that her underclothes are getting wet in the process. "After all, doesn't your type run more wasting and feminine?" She blurts out before she can think about it.
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Gideon is going a truly horrendous job of selling the lie, here, and Harrow is stuck between admitting that Gideon might actually be attracted to her which is earth-shatteringly weird, or pretending to be stupid beyond anything she's ever done before and insulting her intelligence and her whole sense of self on the other. Really it's lose-lose.
The blush on the cavalier's face is something else, and Harrow can see it clearly even as she's pointedly looking at everything else in the room except for Gideon. She takes up a fresh cloth and rubs aggressively at her face, more for the grounding of it than to clean herself, though she didn't really do a thorough job of that yet, either.
She turns around, facing away from Gideon as she runs water and soap through her stringy hair, ignoring that her underclothes are getting wet in the process. "After all, doesn't your type run more wasting and feminine?" She blurts out before she can think about it.