Yang sighed happily as Sveta adjusted to brace Yang's larger build comfortably. She could get used to this. That wasn't a general sense that she was happy to be this close to Sveta... this was something she'd wanted for a while. Would Sveta be able to translate Yang's motions? Would she come to the conclusion that Yang thought of her like<em>that</em>? Immediately, no. Sveta was a very closed-minded person as far as the kinds of people you can be. She saw the world very black and white. As far as Yang knew, you could either be a friend, or a lover. The two were not mutually exclusive. Did Sveta even think she and Yang could be anything but just friends? Yang couldn't tell.<br/><br/>But she would try. She would<em>try</em>her damndest to let Sveta know that she was interested in her. And not in the 'hey, you're hot let's fuck' sense. No... no, this was a 'I'm interested in<em>you</em>.' And that's how Yang felt. She was interested in Sveta because she was Sveta... not a cosplay model. After all... she was one as well.<em>I hope you see in me what I see in you, Sveta.</em>She tried to hide her sidelong glance at Sveta.<em>Because I love nothing more then just being around you.</em>