[Maybe it's a bit grim, but Ryder is also a monsterfucker in her soul, plus a fan of poetry. Of course beautiful would encompass grim things, too.
"The quiet girl" manages to not sound like a dig, this time. Instead of shrinking into herself like she's trying to be a crumpled piece of paper that caught fire, she just glances away when she feels the embarrassed flush rise through her. The edge of her lip twitches, almost a smile. The tattoo had always been more of an act of defiance -- a dare to anyone that tried to perceive her for too long. His view of it isn't so bad, though. She returns her hand to her lap and nods.]
Mm. Yeah. ...Th-the next time, we. Um. We can just be n-n-normal. Comfortable. ...S'much as can be.
[Ryder still can't believe she's actually looking forward to that. Is this what it's like to make a friend? She'll have to ask her mom later.]
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"The quiet girl" manages to not sound like a dig, this time. Instead of shrinking into herself like she's trying to be a crumpled piece of paper that caught fire, she just glances away when she feels the embarrassed flush rise through her. The edge of her lip twitches, almost a smile. The tattoo had always been more of an act of defiance -- a dare to anyone that tried to perceive her for too long. His view of it isn't so bad, though. She returns her hand to her lap and nods.]
Mm. Yeah. ...Th-the next time, we. Um. We can just be n-n-normal. Comfortable. ...S'much as can be.
[Ryder still can't believe she's actually looking forward to that. Is this what it's like to make a friend? She'll have to ask her mom later.]