Ara blinked rapidly several times. Flamara was in love with him?
Oh baka baka baka. This shouldn't be happening. No. No no no no no. Not again. Not after the last time.
Looking confusedly at Flamara, Ara cocked his head to one side, black hair flopping into his face, making him look almost comical.
Or it would were it not for the expression of utter despair on his face.
No. I can't let this happen again. Not again, never again, I swore that. Oh baka what am I going to do?
I can't let that happen again. I can't do this, I can't.
But I can't not do it either.
Pinning his ears flat against his head, Ara made a high pitch whine. He'd never felt so distressed in his life, and for once he had no idea what to do about it.
Flamara looked at him inquiringly, reaching towards him. Ara backed off rapidly, knowing that if she touched him he'd give way again.
Which was something he'd sworn he'd never do again.
He had to get out of the room. Now.
With a hurried apology, Ara turned and bolted through the nearest door and vanished down the long corridoor behind it.
He needed to find somewhere to think this mess through.
Before he got too engtangled to extricate himself.