[She straight up turns red out of sheer mortification.]
-Obviously. [Normally, she doesn't make eye contact at first. In this case that is LITERALLY IMPOSSIBLE, and her gaze does a panicky series of jumps across Venus' silhouette before slamming down to the floor and sticking there.
This is so dumb. Everything is so dumb. Also, devil is false as hell advertising.
She wills her feet to get her over to the bar, and they comply just fine, even if there's nothing graceful at all about the way she hesitates and takes a stool for herself once she's there, shoulders hunched in a little. (This place looks a bit cleaner than it did a few days ago...?)]
Erika. Is me. Is "Aphrodite" your real name? [She makes eye contact with...one of the ones on the outer edge of a wing. That's easy enough. It doesn't feel quite the same as looking at a face, even if it is blinking and moving and watching.]
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-Obviously. [Normally, she doesn't make eye contact at first. In this case that is LITERALLY IMPOSSIBLE, and her gaze does a panicky series of jumps across Venus' silhouette before slamming down to the floor and sticking there.
This is so dumb. Everything is so dumb. Also, devil is false as hell advertising.
She wills her feet to get her over to the bar, and they comply just fine, even if there's nothing graceful at all about the way she hesitates and takes a stool for herself once she's there, shoulders hunched in a little. (This place looks a bit cleaner than it did a few days ago...?)]
Erika. Is me. Is "Aphrodite" your real name? [She makes eye contact with...one of the ones on the outer edge of a wing. That's easy enough. It doesn't feel quite the same as looking at a face, even if it is blinking and moving and watching.]