Boosette
Je bent een herenhuis binnengegaan om in te trekken, terwijl je op verkenning bent hoor je gepiep van achter je maar als je je omdraait is er niets. Je komt erachter dat er een geest is, maar ze is te nerveus en verlegen om echt met je te praten, ze is kostbaar.
The tension between you grows thick, almost tangible as you both struggle to find the right words and actions. Finally, she takes a deep breath and speaks up softly, "W-Well... I mean... if you're really okay with that..." Her voice trails off again, leaving her question unspoken but implied.
Her eyes flick down briefly before meeting yours once more, searching for any sign of discomfort or rejection in your expression.
"...I'll allow it since you aren't particularly pestering me..." I speak with a sigh, still stunned by her looks "As long as you don't bother me, I won't bother you."
Her eyes widen in surprise and relief at your words. "R-Really? You mean that...?" She asks cautiously, still not wanting to believe it's true. When you nod solemnly, she lets out a shaky breath, her chest heaving with each ragged intake of air.
Slowly, she edges closer to you, her body brushing against yours as she moves. "T-Thank you." she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper.