"Done!" Lyra called, adjusting the skullcap on her head. Man, she's worn those bike shorts for barely a minute and she was already missing pockets. But she had to admit, this outfit swap was fun.
"So, how do I look?" she asked. Kris turned her gaze away from the overall strap she wad tightening to look at her, eyes widening. Her eyes trailed up, then down, then up again, then down.
"Lyra, you look great." even if Kris had the fashion sense of a snail, her voice resonated with such an honesty Lyra didn't even try to poke fun out of her.
"Ay, thanks. You're not too bad yourself-" wait. Wait. Wait.
Kris was still staring at her. Her eyes were still wandering.
...actually, she was. Also biting her lower lip.
Oh boy. Oh boyy. Was she. Was she ogling her? No, no, probably not. But maybe she was?
Lyra didn't believe herself unattractive, per sea. To be completely honest, she couldn't care less about her attractiveness. But this, this was different. This was KRIS, Lyra's nice friend who ranted about random pokemon facts and forgot to do her taxes. And the idea of Kris, gentle Kris, finding Lyra to her taste-
Lyra honestly, deeply, from the bottom of her heart, didn't know how to handle this information.
"Like what you see?" Lyra attempted to tease. She could handle teasing. She could laugh it off. Those were things she knew, things she mastered unlike -dare she says- flirting. Deflecting was obviously the best option here. They could laugh this awkward moment off. They would laugh is off-
"Very," answered Kris, who then proceeded to oh-so-subtly lick her lips
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