[ Eiji he places a hand on the table to help launch him to his feet as the man approaches Faye, but settles down as she deals with it so efficiently. A shade of disappointment lingers in him. He doesn't think of it as wanting to show off in his own way, but he'd love to indulge his violent tendencies on her behalf.
As usual, he's wearing a t-shirt that's a size too small so it clings to his muscles and skinny jeans for similar reasons. As she settles in, he puts on a slight pout and crosses his arms. Giving an unimpressed look. It says 'I'm a man too!' without him having to. ]
[ You can't get her to take back what she said, Eiji. Just don't prove her point and start acting the part. A dismissive shrug rolls off her shoulders and she takes another sip of her drink. ]
You might not be obnoxious but you're certainly weird.
[ That's all she'll say. She takes off her red jacket and places it beside her. ]
[ Or because he can maintain eye contact when she removes the jacket, maybe?
He punctuates his teasing by tipping both his upper body and his mug back, not letting any of his drink go to waste and letting small drops fall on his tongue for a few seconds. ]
[ Faye watches him closely, cradling her drink by the rim. She subtly sweeps her tongue along the border of her bottom lip, noticing that his gaze never breaks from hers. Meanwhile, her eyes wander briefly from his face, to his broad chest, along the build of his shoulders, then back up again. The man was eye candy, at least. ]
[ He keeps his answer to that simple humming for a moment, as he holds the pose with head tipped back and mouth open. Tongue slightly extended to catch the last drip of foam. Uncouth, perhaps, but at least it gives her a good eyeful of his muscles. There's no denying he's a beefcake. The posture has the shirt clinging tight enough to show a shade of his abs and clearly defining his pecs.
With a clonk, he puts the glass down and sits back, arms up on the backrest. Eyes back on hers. He can't get enough of that glamourous green. His are a boring brown, but they're calm and sharp at once. ]
The parts that are mean to little ol' me, just because I want your attention.
[ It's obvious that he knows she's staring; that her eyes are travelling below his chin and beyond. But she stops as an act of defiance and locks her eyes with his -- a cool brown but now a penetrating black due to the dimmed lighting.
She lifts a manicured brow and settles back in her seat, arms crossed loosely beneath her bosom. ]
You get off on me being mean to you, don't you, weirdo?
[ The question compels her to smirk with clear amusement on her face. ]
[ He contemplates it, with an undue air of seriousness. As he thinks, he pulls out a box of cigarettes. He’s torn the lid, so it’s mostly closed, but a small section can open independently. So that he can shake it juuuust right for a single stick to rise, drawing it out with his lips. He tips his head, box tilted. Asking her if she wants one without having to say it. ]
I think you’d like it if I did, which is why you graced me with a little abuse even as you asked. So, if it makes you happy... I’ll say yes.
[ Faye rolls her eyes and plucks a cigarette from the pack. ]
Don't give me that "if it makes you happy" crap.
[ She plants it between her red lips and starts rummaging the pockets of her jacket. ]
It's a simple question. Not even a serious one.
[ Where the hell did I put it... ]
What does it matter if it makes me happy... ah ha!
[ Lighter = found. She lights her smoke and then, hand now extended out towards him, offers to light his. And just for good measure because it does, in fact, please her to rile him up a little: ]
[ For once his eyes leave hers, just a quick glance at her colourful lips. And enjoys watching her rummage. It’s kinda cute, a little clumsy. ]
Maybe...
[ When she offers her lighter, he pauses and reaches out to grip her wrist. His hands are best described as brutish, big and tough and though not harming her, unmistakably dangerous. Like a tiger’s paw with the claws retracted. Just keeping her hand steady as he leans in, cigarette still in his lips, to light it.
Only after he leans back and lets smoke flow from his nose for a moment does he release her and continue his sentence. ]
[ Her wrist is so dainty and fragile in his grip and she's just one move away from grabbing her gun — a reminder to herself. He could snap her arm like a twig but she knows he won't; observable in the way she's unflinchingly adjusted when he grabs her. She kind of likes it.
He lets go and she leans back against the booth, tucking away her lighter, resuming the staring contest she was having with him earlier. She's thinking, but she's also studying him, as if trying to pinpoint something that suddenly dawned on her.
The conversation takes an intriguing turn. ]
Tell me, Eiji... have you been dominated by a woman before?
[ In the bedroom, she fails to add but he could probably guess that's what she meant. She takes a drag off her cigarette, watching him, a curious glint in her green eyes, a smirk tugging at the corner of her painted lips. The smoke is thick and milky as it spills from her mouth and curls delicately away from her face. ]
👨🎓 It is my big genius plan. You will pity me so much you will date me instead. 🧠 You will think this is short term to make me feel better about myself. 😗 But you will fall for my boyish charms!
[ His reply takes a little while to come because it needs some setup.
It's a picture of himself. The wall of books, many of them classics, was the easy part. He already had it, because he does devour literature. The really huge oversized t-shirt, to make him look like he's not 300lb of muscle, took going out but wasn't too difficult to find. Finding the swirly glasses was the hardest. He had to go to several otaku haunts.
The result about an hour later, is Eiji adjusting his swirly glasses in front of his bookshelf, other hand on his hip and standing proud. ]
[ An hour gives Inha time to practice; never one to stay standing still, she decides that if he's going to keep her waiting she might as well ensure that she's prepared for her next stage.
Though she honestly wasn't expecting... whatever this is. ]
what the hell lmao??
[ She is genuinely laughing, at least. ]
okay well thanks for proving to me that that's not my type either do you have the glasses on hand or did you buy them though
[ He replies with a second picture, now he's shirtless and the glasses are nowhere to be seen. He's moved in front of his work out equipment, mostly weights, but in a very similar pose. The glasses adjustment is replaced with a dumbbell pump though. ]
😌 All good presents are given when what is wanted is known, not asked for. 🤔 Equally, the answer to that question is always yes: what you mean is, 'am you confident enough to answer honestly?' 🕺 And of course, I am! Why, I dance for joy every time you pay attention to me.
i don't want it either you're shameless enough to strip down if i ask for it soooooooooooo
again, corny but that's good the guy that's supposed to be practicing with me dipped last minute you don't even need to know the routine just pick me up and don't drop me
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[ Eiji he places a hand on the table to help launch him to his feet as the man approaches Faye, but settles down as she deals with it so efficiently. A shade of disappointment lingers in him. He doesn't think of it as wanting to show off in his own way, but he'd love to indulge his violent tendencies on her behalf.
As usual, he's wearing a t-shirt that's a size too small so it clings to his muscles and skinny jeans for similar reasons. As she settles in, he puts on a slight pout and crosses his arms. Giving an unimpressed look. It says 'I'm a man too!' without him having to. ]
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What? I was talking about that guy, not you.
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[ He lifts his own drink, in his case one of those nearly comically large beer glasses, and drinks what must be a pint in a series of sulky gulps. ]
You really know how to hurt my feelings more than anyone else.
[ He holds his seriously sulky face for a few seconds and then cracks out a short laugh. ]
But that's why I like you.
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[ You can't get her to take back what she said, Eiji. Just don't prove her point and start acting the part. A dismissive shrug rolls off her shoulders and she takes another sip of her drink. ]
You might not be obnoxious but you're certainly weird.
[ That's all she'll say. She takes off her red jacket and places it beside her. ]
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[ Or because he can maintain eye contact when she removes the jacket, maybe?
He punctuates his teasing by tipping both his upper body and his mug back, not letting any of his drink go to waste and letting small drops fall on his tongue for a few seconds. ]
Or because I like the nasty parts?
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[ Faye watches him closely, cradling her drink by the rim. She subtly sweeps her tongue along the border of her bottom lip, noticing that his gaze never breaks from hers. Meanwhile, her eyes wander briefly from his face, to his broad chest, along the build of his shoulders, then back up again. The man was eye candy, at least. ]
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[ He keeps his answer to that simple humming for a moment, as he holds the pose with head tipped back and mouth open. Tongue slightly extended to catch the last drip of foam. Uncouth, perhaps, but at least it gives her a good eyeful of his muscles. There's no denying he's a beefcake. The posture has the shirt clinging tight enough to show a shade of his abs and clearly defining his pecs.
With a clonk, he puts the glass down and sits back, arms up on the backrest. Eyes back on hers. He can't get enough of that glamourous green. His are a boring brown, but they're calm and sharp at once. ]
The parts that are mean to little ol' me, just because I want your attention.
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She lifts a manicured brow and settles back in her seat, arms crossed loosely beneath her bosom. ]
You get off on me being mean to you, don't you, weirdo?
[ The question compels her to smirk with clear amusement on her face. ]
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[ He contemplates it, with an undue air of seriousness. As he thinks, he pulls out a box of cigarettes. He’s torn the lid, so it’s mostly closed, but a small section can open independently. So that he can shake it juuuust right for a single stick to rise, drawing it out with his lips. He tips his head, box tilted. Asking her if she wants one without having to say it. ]
I think you’d like it if I did, which is why you graced me with a little abuse even as you asked. So, if it makes you happy... I’ll say yes.
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Don't give me that "if it makes you happy" crap.
[ She plants it between her red lips and starts rummaging the pockets of her jacket. ]
It's a simple question. Not even a serious one.
[ Where the hell did I put it... ]
What does it matter if it makes me happy... ah ha!
[ Lighter = found. She lights her smoke and then, hand now extended out towards him, offers to light his. And just for good measure because it does, in fact, please her to rile him up a little: ]
C'mere, weirdo.
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Maybe...
[ When she offers her lighter, he pauses and reaches out to grip her wrist. His hands are best described as brutish, big and tough and though not harming her, unmistakably dangerous. Like a tiger’s paw with the claws retracted. Just keeping her hand steady as he leans in, cigarette still in his lips, to light it.
Only after he leans back and lets smoke flow from his nose for a moment does he release her and continue his sentence. ]
Maybe I like it because it makes you happy.
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He lets go and she leans back against the booth, tucking away her lighter, resuming the staring contest she was having with him earlier. She's thinking, but she's also studying him, as if trying to pinpoint something that suddenly dawned on her.
The conversation takes an intriguing turn. ]
Tell me, Eiji... have you been dominated by a woman before?
[ In the bedroom, she fails to add but he could probably guess that's what she meant. She takes a drag off her cigarette, watching him, a curious glint in her green eyes, a smirk tugging at the corner of her painted lips. The smoke is thick and milky as it spills from her mouth and curls delicately away from her face. ]
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sorry for the wait!!
Always worth the wait. ❤
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👹 They haven't stopped me yet.
[ And here's another picture, of the front door. ]
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👨🎓 It is my big genius plan. You will pity me so much you will date me instead.
🧠 You will think this is short term to make me feel better about myself.
😗 But you will fall for my boyish charms!
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that ain't my type
like if i wanted to be a babysitter i'd just switch jobs
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😲 Inha-chan would be the sort of dream babysitter everyone wants!
💪 But that's not relevant. What is your type then? I think it's me, anyway.
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[ Whether or not that's a compliment... well, he'll probably think it is a compliment. ]
even if i said my type was a book smart, scrawny guy who spends all his time chasing idols? is that you?
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[ His reply takes a little while to come because it needs some setup.
It's a picture of himself. The wall of books, many of them classics, was the easy part. He already had it, because he does devour literature. The really huge oversized t-shirt, to make him look like he's not 300lb of muscle, took going out but wasn't too difficult to find. Finding the swirly glasses was the hardest. He had to go to several otaku haunts.
The result about an hour later, is Eiji adjusting his swirly glasses in front of his bookshelf, other hand on his hip and standing proud. ]
🏃♀️you 🏃♂️me
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Though she honestly wasn't expecting... whatever this is. ]
what the hell lmao??
[ She is genuinely laughing, at least. ]
okay well thanks for proving to me that that's not my type either
do you have the glasses on hand or did you buy them though
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😕 What glasses?
🏋️♂️ I'm not 'that type.'
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🤔 Equally, the answer to that question is always yes: what you mean is, 'am you confident enough to answer honestly?'
🕺 And of course, I am! Why, I dance for joy every time you pay attention to me.
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you're shameless enough to strip down if i ask for it soooooooooooo
again, corny
but that's good
the guy that's supposed to be practicing with me dipped last minute
you don't even need to know the routine just pick me up and don't drop me
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😗Wait. Are you teasing me? Dangling a beautiful chance just to snatch it away at the last minute?
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