[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.]
[Their normal probably being different from literally anyone else's definition of it. But they'd be themselves, in so much as they ever let themselves be. It could be nice.]
We'll just have to pick out a spot. I don't know about you, but my new place isn't all that cozy yet.
[She leans forward and opens her mouth in her automatic urge to respond, then seems to realize that the situation is strange. Here she was, about to invite an escort over to her home so he could see what was under her shirt, but not while he was working? Feels...incorrect.
But then, is she supposed to invite him over now? Even though it isn't like that? Ryder frowns, adjusting her jaw so she can grind teeth that didn't usually get ground for the sake of doing something. Things sure are tough. Well, it'll get figured out one way or another.]
Umm, my place... S'small, but it doesn't -- suck. I think. I -- don't really know wh-what the-the standard is... Um...
[She didn't clean, since bringing him to her bed wasn't the plan. Is that fine? Or should she definitely wait for the nebulous "next time"? But then what if he changes his mind? ...Then is doing it now kind of creepy? Is it taking advantage of the dynamic? But that's what she was already doing! Ugh, her head hurts, even though she didn't even get to drink enough to earn one. Damn.]
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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.]
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[Their normal probably being different from literally anyone else's definition of it. But they'd be themselves, in so much as they ever let themselves be. It could be nice.]
We'll just have to pick out a spot. I don't know about you, but my new place isn't all that cozy yet.
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[She leans forward and opens her mouth in her automatic urge to respond, then seems to realize that the situation is strange. Here she was, about to invite an escort over to her home so he could see what was under her shirt, but not while he was working? Feels...incorrect.
But then, is she supposed to invite him over now? Even though it isn't like that? Ryder frowns, adjusting her jaw so she can grind teeth that didn't usually get ground for the sake of doing something. Things sure are tough. Well, it'll get figured out one way or another.]
Umm, my place... S'small, but it doesn't -- suck. I think. I -- don't really know wh-what the-the standard is... Um...
[She didn't clean, since bringing him to her bed wasn't the plan. Is that fine? Or should she definitely wait for the nebulous "next time"? But then what if he changes his mind? ...Then is doing it now kind of creepy? Is it taking advantage of the dynamic? But that's what she was already doing! Ugh, her head hurts, even though she didn't even get to drink enough to earn one. Damn.]
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No standard. I mean, I guess there's what's normal with clients but we already decided to ditch client-normal for normal-normal.
[Normal no longer sounds like a word.]
Just... whatever you wanna do.