...gorgeous.
…gorgeous?
Prism stares down at Jocelyn as her eyes obviously rake over her form, blinking as she’s checked out. Her spill of blond hair forms a halo around a sweet face, tempting lips, pretty purple eyes- all fixated on her skinny form, nearly drowning in pure want.
Josie, her friend, teammate - Jocelyn-
After a beat or two of awkward silence, Prism nearly erupts backwards - scrambling off Jocelyn, landing on her ass as she scuttles backwards to put a few feet of space between them. Prism stares her down, a heady flush covering her face, still staring wide-eyed. Too many things to say, so many things to, and Prism tries to hold her tongue, bury the voice, but the question still bubbles up, tinged with shock, confusion, and the the barest hint of hope. ”J-Josie..?