"If it was a fucking bother, I wouldn't have offered." You look down at him, ready to ask what the fuck he's gabbing about, and when he tilts his head to meet your eye and beams, showing all those dull, bucky teeth, it strikes you that - oh, he did that on purpose.
It's easier to remember now why you found him appealing in the first place, back when he was just posting pictures on the board and you hadn't made the connection with between some four-pronged rustie and Sipara's rarely mentioned moirail. Nice rack, nice face, and nice manners. Maroons who know their place are few and far between, and ones worth looking at are even rarer.
He's still bricky red, but what can you say? You're a sucker for a lowblood who can spout religion.
It's just a shame about the eyes.
But luckily, you already thought about that. Fishing around in your pocket, you pull out the tinted eye protectors and present them to him with a flourish. "Nah, what's a real miracle is that those wicked monstrosities haven't gotten your chump ass culled," you say, amused. "Put these on, before some fucker starts getting ideas."
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"If it was a fucking bother, I wouldn't have offered." You look down at him, ready to ask what the fuck he's gabbing about, and when he tilts his head to meet your eye and beams, showing all those dull, bucky teeth, it strikes you that - oh, he did that on purpose.
It's easier to remember now why you found him appealing in the first place, back when he was just posting pictures on the board and you hadn't made the connection with between some four-pronged rustie and Sipara's rarely mentioned moirail. Nice rack, nice face, and nice manners. Maroons who know their place are few and far between, and ones worth looking at are even rarer.
He's still bricky red, but what can you say? You're a sucker for a lowblood who can spout religion.
It's just a shame about the eyes.
But luckily, you already thought about that. Fishing around in your pocket, you pull out the tinted eye protectors and present them to him with a flourish. "Nah, what's a real miracle is that those wicked monstrosities haven't gotten your chump ass culled," you say, amused. "Put these on, before some fucker starts getting ideas."