[his voice goes in through her ears, vibrating her eardrums. her body functioned as it usually did, taking in his words casually. her brain, positioned primly in her skull, began to process his words.
first time?
there's lots of first times. she remembers the first flower crown she made--for luke. it wasn't very good. the petals were soft on her fingers, like their friendship. those memories. she likes them.
her heart beats in her chest. everything in the past paragraph is actually not true. the only thing she's actually thinking of is his skill with the instrument, despite it being his first time,
beautiful emerald orbs widen. this is what happens when japanese characters are shocked.]