How Green Becomes Wood

Ciara debated, but since Daizi seemed serious and completely sober, she moved the drink back into reach and carefully touched it against Daizi's hand. "Here you are, then. I do not know why you would wish me to carry on loudly, but I shall remember that you said to."
 
Ciara decided not to touch that statement with a ten-foot pole. Thankfully, the official lineup of beat poets had started once more, saving her from having to make an immediate reply. What Daizi and Dark did together was none of Ciara's business, and she'd prefer to keep it that way.
 
After a few moments of silence, Daizi exclaimed, her face turing quite red, "I didn't mean like that!" Although. "I meant, like---" but then she had to silence herself because the poetry started back up so she finished her drink in one needed gulp.
 
Ciara smiled faintly, playing with her own almost empty, nonalcoholic drink, somewhat pleased Daizi couldn't see her smile. After two poems, there was a short pause as the act set up the stand-up bass, and she leaned over to tell Daizi what was going on. It had to be awkward, sitting listening to a bunch of shuffling and not being able to see what was going on.
 
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