Almost brushing against Terrance as she looked up at him with those green eyes of hers...she unromantically asked, "Just standing this close makes Nepleslians uncomfortable, doesn't it?" breaking the moment.
The words were matter-of-fact, with the look she gave him being rather analytical and quite similar to how a scientist would look at some subject in a lab. "Relax Terrance," the Neko told him, bringing a hand up to gently pat him on the shoulder. "Nekovalkyrja like myself don't mind being close, touching each other, or even being touched so long as it's reasonable," she started to explain, her hand moving to straighten out his collar a little. "Perverted stuff still gets us pretty flustered," Emi admitted with a thin smile. "But, forgetting about that last little bit, that's not the case with you or your people - getting close I mean - and I think to myself that if that's the case, how can dating ever get the two people to really know each other if they're always at arms length, and scared of getting hurt?" Emi asked him. "I just don't understand what goes through those Nepleslian heads of yours." At that, she finally stepped back to give him room, having made her point clear to the young man.
"And yeah, life was pretty bare. But that doesn't mean we didn't try and make it less shitty." Turning to look in the mirror again, she frowned. "It still doesn't look right. The tie just doesn't go together." Looking at Emi, Terrance saw a pretty young woman with a lithe, tanned form, short white hair and green eyes. One that was wearing a white button up top with a black skirt. Along with a red tie, which while bold in itself, stuck out like a sore thumb. Looking back at him with her emerald eyes, she asked,
"Besides saying I'm pretty, do you have any ideas?" the Neko grinned at him.