[ Her mouth forms in a neat, silent "ah" when the girl tries to deflect the compliment, but she does not look surprised nor convinced, though the smile still lingers, soft and placating. A gentle thing, at least looks like it. Observant as she is, she takes notice of the little things that give her away, the way she avoids meeting her eyes, the little shuffle - and, at least for now, Bambi does not care to make her uncomfortable so she eases on the staring, eyes glancing over to the fingers tucking the papers neatly. Takes note of the way she does it, too. Something like comfort in there.
You can tell much of a person by taking note what they do with their hands.
Bambi does not take the lead to leave, however, and waits for her to be ready, to stand and to offer the invitation. She lingers for a second longer before gesture softly over to the exit. She can hear the voices creeping up already and she can't wait to get out, but keeps her cool. ]
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You can tell much of a person by taking note what they do with their hands.
Bambi does not take the lead to leave, however, and waits for her to be ready, to stand and to offer the invitation. She lingers for a second longer before gesture softly over to the exit. She can hear the voices creeping up already and she can't wait to get out, but keeps her cool. ]
Lead the way.