Send me a ♮ for my muse’s reaction to yours coming up from behind and wrapping their arms around mine’s waist.

        She’s genuinely confused by the action.
        Her own hands hang limply at her sides
        as though she isn’t sure what to do with them.
        Does she return the gesture? Does she push
        him away? The situation feels a little less than
        professional and she’s not sure whether that’s
        good or bad. But, she hesitantly looks at him
        over her shoulder, brow raised.

                                  “General Iroh…?"