Not always, but when it comes to color, maybe a little. [ After seeing his dragons... yeah, she gets the color choice. That doesn't really matter much, though, because he's suddenly stating how the color would match her eyes, and for a few moments, their gazes lock. Her face heats up, and she's glad when he glances away. It gives her a few moments to let her brain catch up to the conversation again. ] Y-you think so? Blue it is, then. [ Definitely not because he suggested it, of course. ]
I mean, I'd imagine that most of those particular clients probably don't get fake, press on nails... [ Or maybe they are, who is she to judge? Also, if she were aware of his line of thoughts, and if they had access to artisan press on nails, she'd certainly find a set he approved of. For... reasons. ] It's okay. They serve their purpose... sometimes. [ At least he isn't totally turning his nose up to the idea! ] Maybe... he seems pretty docile, though. Either way, he seems content! Which is a good thing. [ Please do, Seto. Please do. ] I win! His name is Toby McStuffins first of his Name! [ She pumps a fist into the air to celebrate her VICTORY. ]
Uh-huh... [ She doesn't believe that for a second. There's NO WAY he's clawed his way up the corporate ladder, all the way to the top by pacing himself. ] Let's work on staying alive. Mm... [ She looks down -- it's unfortunate that their pleasant conversation has turned to this, but also... it's information that he should be aware of. ] No. When we came to, he was breathing, but he won't wake up. We've tried everything... I don't know what that means for him, but I don't think it's anything good. [ It had been a relief, at least, to see him breathing. ] We should be careful... if it's possible in the dream world, it may be very possible outside of it now, too. But I'm afraid that if it happens here, we won't get so lucky.
[ Damn right she wouldn't be honest, the last thing she actually wants is anyone to be concerned for her, not when she can take care of herself for the most part. ] We could probably make their teeth into weapons. Like spears or whatever, and we could hunt like primitive void cave people. [ That kiss had been a total gamble, honestly. She wasn't sure how he'd react, and her mind had been telling her don't do it, anticipating some sort of horrible reaction and fallout from the bold move. To her surprise, he doesn't draw back or freak out on her, but instead stands there and lets her press a warm, tender kiss against his cheek. She does draw back after a few moments, stepping back a few paces to give him his personal space back, and she can feel her own cheeks heating up. She's a little embarrassed, yes, but mostly she feels satisfied that he let her do it, and that even though he's playing it so cool, he, too, seems to be just the slightest bit flustered. She almost wants to do it again, but she's not about to push her luck, either. If he'd let her, she'd happily shower him in affection...] I appreciate your sweetness and concern, though.
[ Ah yes, goose trauma... ] Consider yourself lucky. It's not so much what I did... back in middle school, we took a big class trip to Shinjuku Gyoen to see the flowers, and we had a picnic. There were geese hanging around, like a whole family of them. They were pretty easy going until a classmate sitting close to me decided to try and pick up one of the babies... I've never run so fast to a bus in my life. All I heard was angry honking getting closer and closer...
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I mean, I'd imagine that most of those particular clients probably don't get fake, press on nails... [ Or maybe they are, who is she to judge? Also, if she were aware of his line of thoughts, and if they had access to artisan press on nails, she'd certainly find a set he approved of. For... reasons. ] It's okay. They serve their purpose... sometimes. [ At least he isn't totally turning his nose up to the idea! ] Maybe... he seems pretty docile, though. Either way, he seems content! Which is a good thing. [ Please do, Seto. Please do. ] I win! His name is Toby McStuffins first of his Name! [ She pumps a fist into the air to celebrate her VICTORY. ]
Uh-huh... [ She doesn't believe that for a second. There's NO WAY he's clawed his way up the corporate ladder, all the way to the top by pacing himself. ] Let's work on staying alive. Mm... [ She looks down -- it's unfortunate that their pleasant conversation has turned to this, but also... it's information that he should be aware of. ] No. When we came to, he was breathing, but he won't wake up. We've tried everything... I don't know what that means for him, but I don't think it's anything good. [ It had been a relief, at least, to see him breathing. ] We should be careful... if it's possible in the dream world, it may be very possible outside of it now, too. But I'm afraid that if it happens here, we won't get so lucky.
[ Damn right she wouldn't be honest, the last thing she actually wants is anyone to be concerned for her, not when she can take care of herself for the most part. ] We could probably make their teeth into weapons. Like spears or whatever, and we could hunt like primitive void cave people. [ That kiss had been a total gamble, honestly. She wasn't sure how he'd react, and her mind had been telling her don't do it, anticipating some sort of horrible reaction and fallout from the bold move. To her surprise, he doesn't draw back or freak out on her, but instead stands there and lets her press a warm, tender kiss against his cheek. She does draw back after a few moments, stepping back a few paces to give him his personal space back, and she can feel her own cheeks heating up. She's a little embarrassed, yes, but mostly she feels satisfied that he let her do it, and that even though he's playing it so cool, he, too, seems to be just the slightest bit flustered. She almost wants to do it again, but she's not about to push her luck, either. If he'd let her, she'd happily shower him in affection...] I appreciate your sweetness and concern, though.
[ Ah yes, goose trauma... ] Consider yourself lucky. It's not so much what I did... back in middle school, we took a big class trip to Shinjuku Gyoen to see the flowers, and we had a picnic. There were geese hanging around, like a whole family of them. They were pretty easy going until a classmate sitting close to me decided to try and pick up one of the babies... I've never run so fast to a bus in my life. All I heard was angry honking getting closer and closer...