[Maybe he's right in that conversation shouldn't have to be paid for, but at the same time...it had been impossible for her to have a real conversation with someone other than her damn mother without paying for it. It doesn't matter that half the reason for it was self-inflicted if it didn't change the outcome. That's just the way it is.
Ryder chews her lip as she listens, letting him have his own time to think through things like he'd given her. Eventually she shifts onto her side, propping up with an elbow and watching the way he sets up. Better at this than her -- but that's not exactly much of a surprise. It's social and has to do with food. Of course he'd...not...have a lot of people to talk to...? Huh? Ryder frowns up to him, her teeth sinking further into her lip the longer she stews. He was with people for a living. He spoke easily, smiled like he meant it, and was accommodating. Who wouldn't want to talk to him? Though...customers didn't count. Why wouldn't they count?]
'Underneath my outside face There's a face that none can see. A little less smiley, A little less sure, But a whole lot more like me.'
[The voice is quiet the way Ryder's is, but smooth in a way that makes it almost confident in spite of the softness. Her lip hurts, now that she's done abusing it. Her chest kind of hurts, too. Did he have an Underface...?]
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Ryder chews her lip as she listens, letting him have his own time to think through things like he'd given her. Eventually she shifts onto her side, propping up with an elbow and watching the way he sets up. Better at this than her -- but that's not exactly much of a surprise. It's social and has to do with food. Of course he'd...not...have a lot of people to talk to...? Huh? Ryder frowns up to him, her teeth sinking further into her lip the longer she stews. He was with people for a living. He spoke easily, smiled like he meant it, and was accommodating. Who wouldn't want to talk to him? Though...customers didn't count. Why wouldn't they count?]
'Underneath my outside face
There's a face that none can see.
A little less smiley,
A little less sure,
But a whole lot more like me.'
[The voice is quiet the way Ryder's is, but smooth in a way that makes it almost confident in spite of the softness. Her lip hurts, now that she's done abusing it. Her chest kind of hurts, too. Did he have an Underface...?]