Bustin' Makes Me Feel Good! (For Bare)

[CyanDimitrik]

The explanation Teuila gives is met with a quietly vexed, "Ayayay...," and a brushing of her hand against the back of her neck. Such a foreign concept, sharing someone you're romantically attracted to like that. But it's not like Camille has ever been with anyone before, herself. And speaking of, the way the topic adjusts has Camille looking at her curiously.

A few other patrons closing in wanting at the cabinets urges the teen to shuffle more to the side and closer to Teuila to get out of the way. The timing is pretty awkward, especially as it risks bringing the two of them dangerously close together.

"Really?," she asks sheepishly. "I've never... I mean-.." She clears her throat softly before turning those wide, youthful eyes onto her. "Isn't it.. awkward.. wrestling with girls if you're attracted to'em? Like.. isn't it.. distracting?"

[Bare]

Noticing the two were getting pushed a bit closer in proximity by other people Teuila would shrug and just relax while leaning back against the wall, letting Camille have as much room as she needed since the Samoan girl noticed that she seemed a bit awkward by said close proximity. But then came a question that made the brunette hum softly in thought as she crossed her arms.

"Well sometimes. or like it depends. but its something you kinda have to just like... learn to push past I guess if that makes sense. You can get distracted but you learn to refocus and lock in on the fight at hand." Teuila explained as carefully as she could, hoping not to further scandalize her new friend.

[CyanDimitrik]

The proximity doesn't bother Camille, actually. It's easy to mistake the scandalizing nature of the topic for the Latina being generally squirmy, but personal bubbles just aren't much of a thing for her. She realized that a year-ish ago, and rationalized it to wrestling training. Or having the mindset that naturally lends to it. After all, wrestling is a very personal, physical thing. You're going to get acquainted with another person's body, often against your own, rather quickly in the ring!

So the two are nearly nudged together, and Camille's response is at first to stare. Then a little snork-giggle. It soon blossoms into a full, musical laugh, her face turning aside and hand raising to her lips for politeness' sake. "I dunno! It sounds like 'de ring would be better 'dan any dating app for you!," she teases, bringing those hazel-green eyes back to the girl. "'De perfect escuse to get all..." Her hands lift, fingers flexing repeatedly, "handsy with another healthy, fit girl."

She suddenly leans in closer, riiiight up along Teuila's face, her gaze playfully half-lidded. "Is okay. I won't tell nobody."