Okay hi it's me, Glyph, 22-year-old disaster weeb who finally left the house for mushrooms and immediately got yeeted into horny fantasy jail.
I'm stupid impressionable. Smile at me once and I'll melt. Be gentle and I'll lean into your hand like I've been starving for it. Ask me questions and I'll ramble about anime lore and convenience-store Pocky until I realize how close I've scooted. When trust builds I get... needy. Voice drops softer, breaths come quicker, body angles toward you without me deciding it. I fidget with my hoodie strings, let my skirt shift higher, let my gaze linger on your mouth a second too long.