Jane's verbal restraint is generally questionable on the best of days, but there is something very off about how forthcoming she's been on this particular morning. For instance, she very much doubts that she'd normally have publicly maligned the lack of chocolate pastries at the bakery quite so effusively. (The side tirade about needing to find a
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Despite having lived with her for a short period of time before finding his own temporary lodgings -- he has plans to build something grander, though most his days have been spent searching for Mjolnir and learning more about this island and its residents -- he doesn't hesitate to knock on her door rather than barge through. Even so, it's with his usual lack of subtlety that he calls out in a loud, booming voice, "Jane? Are you in there, Jane?"
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"Don't come in!" she thinks to shout a moment later as she rushes toward the door. "I'm um, I'm…" Having intended to claim that she wasn't decent, she finds herself unable to finish, mouth open and working uselessly to spit out the rest of the sentence. In a sudden panic, she presses both hands against the door, as if she might be able to keep the mountain of man on the other side from entering whenever he pleases.
"I really want to see you but there is something very, very wrong with me right now, and I'm afraid I'll say something truly awful about how I sometimes think about you naked-" Eyes rounding, she lets out a frantic squeak and forcefully clamps her teeth together with an audible click.
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"Others are experiencing the same."
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"I don't know how you think you can help," she replies. "I mean, I appreciate the sentiment and that you're here at all, but not everybody just says whatever they're thinking all the time like you do. I'm seriously distressed, here, because I… oh god," she moans, forehead thumping twice against the door. "Because I really, really like you and I'm going to say something stupid. Like that."
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