[Oh no, she thinks to herself as she leans in eagerly to see better. He's hot.
She'd known it before, more abstractly. Teo was an attractive guy with warm eyes and a smile that, when you weren't busy crumbling into an anxious mess, made you feel good. Asexual or not, she could definitely appreciate what he's got going on, even if there's an instinctual part of herself that pulls back from pretty people in self-preservation. Now, though, Ryder's getting to judge a piece of him hidden behind a different part of him visible, and see that he not only does he have a solid aesthetic, but he doesn't settle for shitty quality or not take care of himself after meeting his goal. It's good. It makes him, regrettably, a hot person by her own standards. Fuck.]
S'beautiful...
[Maybe it would have been nicer to hear that his ink was cool, or whatever, but she can't help but fall into that gentler awe. She curls her hand into a fist to hold onto the urge to reach out and run her fingers over the ink like that will help her or at all be appropriate. Nope, not going to be that stupid.]
...Glad to contribute to -- to the funding for m-more.
[She definitely couldn't not pay him now, with the dream of more out there in the open. His basic needs are, you know, also good to meet.]
Um. Can't get -- to m-m-mine, um. Except -- [At the very least, she can hook her finger on the fabric looped around her neck to bring it down enough that he can see the exclamation point striking across her adam's apple.] ...S'got flowers, too. On -- on my arm, I mean. Mane of -- peonies, mmmostly.
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She'd known it before, more abstractly. Teo was an attractive guy with warm eyes and a smile that, when you weren't busy crumbling into an anxious mess, made you feel good. Asexual or not, she could definitely appreciate what he's got going on, even if there's an instinctual part of herself that pulls back from pretty people in self-preservation. Now, though, Ryder's getting to judge a piece of him hidden behind a different part of him visible, and see that he not only does he have a solid aesthetic, but he doesn't settle for shitty quality or not take care of himself after meeting his goal. It's good. It makes him, regrettably, a hot person by her own standards. Fuck.]
S'beautiful...
[Maybe it would have been nicer to hear that his ink was cool, or whatever, but she can't help but fall into that gentler awe. She curls her hand into a fist to hold onto the urge to reach out and run her fingers over the ink like that will help her or at all be appropriate. Nope, not going to be that stupid.]
...Glad to contribute to -- to the funding for m-more.
[She definitely couldn't not pay him now, with the dream of more out there in the open. His basic needs are, you know, also good to meet.]
Um. Can't get -- to m-m-mine, um. Except -- [At the very least, she can hook her finger on the fabric looped around her neck to bring it down enough that he can see the exclamation point striking across her adam's apple.] ...S'got flowers, too. On -- on my arm, I mean. Mane of -- peonies, mmmostly.