[aw] looking

The brown girl- Peregrine- dropped back and came back up unexpectedly close to Sparrow. Sparrow moved to accomodate, but ended up almost running into Ricochet. The small girl looked between the two towering woman. She suddenly felt very, very small.

Sparrow swallowed as Peregrine began to speak, saying Sparrow had questionable taste in company. Sparrow wanted to ask her if she had ever really looked at Ricochet. She wasn't a degenerate! She was tall and strong and...

Okay, that was enough.

Ricochet spoke now, saying Peregrine was jealous that she had stumbled upon Sparrow first. Why would she be jealous? Ricochet craned her neck around, speaking sweetly and telling Sparrow not to worry. For a second, Sparrow melted at those words, a sappy smile melting onto her face as her eyes met Ricochet's mix-matched ones.

This wasn't good.

Sparrow stopped.

She needed to get her wits about her.

She wasn't even into girls.

Was she?

She needed to decide.

Sparrow stood, staring at the ground. She missed Ricochet's last words as her mind spun. Finally, she spoke, "H-hang on a minute..."

Her voice lacked confidence.

"How do you two know each other? Are you friends or...? I- um- I can't really tell."

She didn't want to get in the middle of a feud. Sparrow was beginning to feel like she was some meal being hunted by two very ravenous predators.