Re: Edge of a rooftop; defying gravity/scaring himself
The green girl's eyes narrowed. Was he making fun of her? She wasn't sure, and now she was stuck with double defiance in the form of a tipped chin and narrowed eyes. But she wasn't sure, and she couldn't just stop once she'd begun. Her hands settled onto her hips when he said the green suited her. "Mr. Wise Guy," she said, using the words as a mask for lowering her chin and no longer glaring. Her hat was safely on her head now, and she was standing. She was tall and not particularly curvy. She was still green, and he wasn't handsome, but she thought maybe he'd been handsome once. She felt that in her stomach, and that was strange.
"There isn't enough room," she argued, though there absolutely was enough room, "but I said I'd dance if I wanted to dance." It left her cornered. She needed to dance in order to save face, but she didn't want to. She wasn't a big dancer. Her eyes brightened as an idea popped into her head, and she dropped her hands and she looked at him smugly. "Are you afraid to dance?" she asked, the tone one of accusation. "By all means, don't let me stop you," she went on, and she swept her arm in an arc, indicating the space in which he could dance. "Some of us have more important things to concern ourselves with." She didn't look at his straw hair at all. His straw hair made her stomach do weird things for reasons she didn't understand.