Snippet #2309317

Canon gave a quiet gasp as her already tremulous balance was taken from her, her small, light form suddenly swept up into the arms of her comrade. For a moment, she seemed just a little embarrassed by this through her somewhat distant perceptions, but, in the next instant, her faint blush was complimented by a massive, innocent smile. Shifting ever so slightly in his grasp as Asher walked, Canon did her best to hold onto him, snuggling up to him and never ceasing to grin as she did so. Rather than her usual shy self, she seemed unabashedly overjoyed at being this close to him. Although, in Asher's mind, this might just have been the effects of the alcohol giving her strange ideas, there was also the distinct possibility that this might still be Canon's true feelings, with the inhibitions keeping them at bay lowered by her inebriation.

"You're warm," The white-haired girl observed happily, resting her suddenly very tired head against Asher and smiling, but this expression swiftly turned to a pout. "You're warm, so why are you always so far away?" She mumbled, sounding suddenly very melancholy. That is, before her tone suddenly shifted to one of irritation, and, of all the unexpected actions, she actually began speaking in an almost accusing way, and dealt Asher a feeble, strength-less blow to the chest to punctuate her statement. "I can't ever get close to you like this. You idiot! (BAKA! =P) Why are you so clueless, anyway? You don't understand how I feel at all! Why can't you just understand for once?" Seeming suddenly very angry, she began to pout rather childishly, crossing her arms with a quiet "Hmph~!" and refusing to answer Asher after this point, instead looking pointedly in the opposite direction, all the while trying and failing horribly to hide the fact that she was still trying to press herself ever closer to him, wrapping her arms tightly around his center when she couldn't nestle up against him in his arms due to being moved, much to her thinly-veiled displeasure, from his front to his back.

Suffice to say, Asher might very well be feeling somewhat awkward by the time he got his drunken partner to the inn room, and it only got worse from there. After being set down, Canon began to pout again, seeming deeply distressed by being parted from the comforting contact she'd held with her beloved partner. As he turned away and began to open a status window, the young girl sat up almost immediately, staring with alternating longing and frustrated despair at his back. Finally, she had enough. Canon, as she was now, wasn't thinking about the future, or how things might go wrong if she acted overtly now. All she cared about right now was how she felt, and how to fulfill those feelings. She liked Asher. She didn't want him to go away. He had to stay. She didn't want to be left alone, even if it was just for the duration of a night. She felt weird, and she didn't want to be left by herself when she was feeling this way.

And so, standing up, Canon walked on unsteady feet up behind Asher. Losing her balance at the last moment, she settled for simply stumbling forward and awkwardly catching herself by embracing him from behind. Staring up at him, she silently pleaded with him not to leave. Then, just in case he didn't get the message, she restated it in words so he'd understand how she felt for once. Her frustration at his apparent inability to grasp how she felt was actually rather ironic, since Canon herself didn't quite understand the full meaning of what she was saying. Innocent as she was, and her wits hampered by drink, she didn't immediately make the connection between Asher staying in the same room as her overnight and sleeping in the same bed as him. It was fortunate, then, that the object of her affections wasn't the sort of individual to take advantage of her current befuddlement.

"Don' go..." She mumbled. "Stay here... I'm lonely. I don' want to be lonely anymore..."