R was waiting to see if she'd peel off a larger chunk of her neck, preparing to wince inside because he'd been thinking she looked pretty good for a corpse. Carving out chunks of her remaining skin seemed like it'd be a shame.

Karis had him pinned when she suddenly remarked on his feelings about certain Living girls. Was he supposed to be ashamed? Going against the status quo, bringing girls back with him? R froze up, meaning to give a big, bold "so what? And?" and letting the other zombie take that however she wanted. He was horrified when he gave a stuttering wheeze out of his lungs like Karis suddenly stabbed him in the chest, right through the ribs.

"Muh-maybe," R would've been blushing madly if he had the blood for it.

He could feel his face trying to go even stiffer than normal, all the muscles tightening up in all the wrong ways, and he suspected maybe he had some stage fright way back in the day, because it was acting up now when he was put on the spot. R was the first to look away, break contact, dropping his eyes away from Karis's weirdly glowing ones and looking at his feet. Didn't she ever daydream? He couldn't be the only one still capable of crushes.