[color=8dc73f][h3][center]~Gwynn~[/center][/h3][/color]

That, was not what Gwynn was expecting at all. Her eyes went wide, and it was her turn to blush slightly at the action. Not that she minded being kissed by a pretty girl of course, but she had wholly not been expecting this. The kitten seemed happy though, so she didn't say anything. Not that she could actually form a coherent sentence right now if she wanted too. On the other hand, the kittens newfound assertiveness was nice. On the other, the sentence that followed after was [i]completely[/i] out of left field.

[color=8dc73f][i]"What?"[/i][/color] Gwynn's voice was unusually stern and serious, giving the Kitten a serious look. For a moment, the blond considered it was just the alcohol talking. Moain was a lightweight, and even just a few sips tended to make her rather tipsy, but... [color=8dc73f]"O-hokay, someone's had a little too much to drink."[/color] Quickly, Gwynn pulled the kitten off the dance floor and towards the front door of the building. Talking about this in front of everyone was [i]not[/i] a good idea. She placed some money on the table they had been sitting at, hopefully enough to cover their food and drinks, but she only had a little on her. [color=8dc73f]"We're going home. Don't want to have to drag the kitten here home."[/color] She chuckled, waving bye to Tazia.

The trek home was mostly silent. If Maoin tried to protest in any fashion, Gwynn did not let the kitten leave, and talking would be fruitless. She was too busy trying to collect her own thoughts. What exactly was she trying to think of? She had no idea. This was something she was wholly unprepared for. This was gonna be one of those times for some actual serious discussion she was completely terrible at, wasn't it? Oh great. There went the somewhat pleasant evening.

Eventually the pair arrived at their dorm, Gwynn walking into the room silently and finally releasing Maoin. How did...one even start this sort of conversation?