[ When he says those words, it is as if time stops. Ereshkigal stares at him wide-eyed, trying to process just what exactly he's said.
"when I'm advertising you as being single and ready to mingle."
Blinks. Blinks.
All of those words she recognizes on their own. Put together, they make a meaningful sentence in the language they're currently speaking. But then there is the topic of that sentence: her. Why would she be the topic of that sentence? What meaning is there to derive there? It's like her subconscious is purposefully trying to block her from processing his words, in an attempt to save her from the ensuing panic.
But then slowly her features crumble into the familiar air of panic she is so well acquainted with. ]
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"when I'm advertising you as being single and ready to mingle."
Blinks. Blinks.
All of those words she recognizes on their own. Put together, they make a meaningful sentence in the language they're currently speaking. But then there is the topic of that sentence: her. Why would she be the topic of that sentence? What meaning is there to derive there? It's like her subconscious is purposefully trying to block her from processing his words, in an attempt to save her from the ensuing panic.
But then slowly her features crumble into the familiar air of panic she is so well acquainted with. ]
You... You what?!?