rebel just for kicks

Maple watched the girl relaxing for another moment, standing there awkwardly with her tail hanging limp and half of a leap stuck to the base of it, not that she was aware of it. Then the girl seemed to stir and she thought she had bee noticed, but then she settled back and for a moment Maple was relieved. Her reprieve from wondering what in the hell to do was short lived, cause then the girl really did notice her and Maple almost panicked and ran back out of the room she was so startled, actually going so far as to jump slightly when the girl moved to look at her.

Mouth hanging agape, and leafy orange-brown brow spots raising skyward Maple stood rooted to the spot as the other woman spoke and- wh-what did she say? She was totally caught off guard by that comment, and found herself blushing profusely, heat rising to her cheeks and her stomach feeling all jumbled up as she struggled to respond. "I, uh, I'm not anything all that special, I..." Wow, Maple, what was that? Awkward and bad, that's what you loser dork. She didn't exactly know how to react to a girl flirting with her, or anyone flirting with her really, but she could at least do better than THIS, right? Probably not, we're talking about Maple after all.

Standing there awkwardly like a lost little sheep, Maple struggled for something to say. "Uhm, I'm Maple," she finally said lamely.