[@QueenNugget] [@Spike]
Internally, Liors was screaming. Very loud, very panicked, ready to run for her life.

Externally, she did nothing for a good minute. She didn't even reply, and she sat there, gaping, until she uttered her reply.

[color=8882be]"Ah,"[/color] and after another despairingly long pause, [color=8882be]"T-thank you! Of course, um, you're pretty too! And, um, he is too! That's, that's a... it's a thing."[/color]

Words. Yes, those were a thing that existed, and they were not doing what they were supposed to. Liors brought her hands up to her chest protectively, fiddling with the ring on her left hand. Breathe in, breathe out. It really didn't help, but at least she could say that she tried.

[color=8882be]"My name is, it's Liors. Myrisal, um, Liors Myrisal. I'm not new, I'm, actually a second year..."[/color] she said, trailing off. This talking thing was difficult. [color=8882be]"You probably haven't, uh, seen me or anything. But, I play music in the gardens. Um, sometimes. Might have heard it?"[/color]

It was now possible to get second-hand embarrassment from yourself, as discovered by Liors as she cringed mentally. She'd probably already messed something up, but at least the school had a lot of other students. She could just avoid the two of them until the end of time if everything went south, she was doing that anyway.

[color=8882be]"Oh god. Um, names, what are your names?"[/color] she hastily added. That was something she was supposed to ask. She already knew them, it would be kind of weird to say so. At least she'd gotten something right.