[ 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
[ He's so lucky she's modern day and can definitely tell what he's trying to say.
Anyway, Inha comes to the door and it's... clear as day that he can see her. The practice building is closed off to a majority of the public, but those visiting are allowed in so long as they have someone accompanying them --
Unfortunately, that means Inha has some power over him.
She stands in front of the door, looking at him through the glass, her expression neutral. ]
[ She gets to watch him with a bag in one hand, pull the other hand from his pocket with his phone and check the text with a quizzical look. As he reads, she may take the time to admire his fine shirt.
Once he's read it, he looks about without turning his gaze to Inha directly. Placing the bag delicately down to the side, he walks just out of view.
And comes back with a trashcan, testing its heft a few times. Same mild expression on is face. Will he actually throw it through the door? Does she want to find out? ]
[ That shirt makes her realize that she should have told him to facetime... just to ensure he doesn't wear anything ridiculous. But now she's left with this (and possibly an even bigger mistake).
Inha cants her head to one side, confused once he disappears from her sight. Standing on her tiptoes, as if it'll help to find him, and leaning closer to the glass. Once he's back in view, with a trashcan in both hands, she's opening the door. ]
You crazy bastard, put that down! I'll beat you black and blue if you have me paying out of pocket for glass!
Don't. [ Her voice drops, expression souring. ] Don't you dare act like you're oblivious. You've made me mad so now I got a free ticket to kicking your ass for this.
[ Clicking her tongue, she goes to the door and gestures him to follow. ]
Just stay close and don't walk off -- I'm not babysitting you.
[ His first reaction is to keep acting oblivious. ]
Hey, I got a weird text from your number when I got here. Someone was being mean to me. I know it couldn't have been you, because I'm doing you a favour and bringing you snacks. You should lock your phone.
[ Seriously, poke a bear much? Still, she certainly doesn't know he's not nearly as harmless as he can seem. He follows along cheerfully, checking everything out as he does. Glancing into other rooms as they pass, looking about in general interest. ]
[ She says with no hesitation, her expression sour as the walk down the hall. Several doors made with glass allowing them to peer inside and catch a glimpse of both strangers and familiar faces in the competition.
Taking him in the room she had rented, it's wide enough for several people and with her belongings piled in a corner. ]
I'll show you what part you'll be doing and then we'll give it a run, 'kay?
[ He chuckles good-naturedly when she threatens him. It's very clear to them both that any ass-kicking from her to him is reliant on him letting her do it. She really has no idea how much her life is in danger around him. And that amuses him greatly. ]
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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.'
1/2
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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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a beautiful chance for what... i'm just asking if you'll put those muscles to use so i can get this part down
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😙 To move you~
🚐 I'm on my way. Do you want doughnuts? I pass a great bakery when I head over.
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break a leg and good luck, i guess
sure
i'll just keep it a secret that i'm breaking my diet
i want one with custard filling
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🔜👀
[ Which is his weird hieroglyphic way of saying he will see her soon!
After a while- ]
🤪 Time to go nuts~
🍩 Time for doughnuts~
That means I'm here, please let me in, it is cold.
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Anyway, Inha comes to the door and it's... clear as day that he can see her. The practice building is closed off to a majority of the public, but those visiting are allowed in so long as they have someone accompanying them --
Unfortunately, that means Inha has some power over him.
She stands in front of the door, looking at him through the glass, her expression neutral. ]
beg a little more
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Once he's read it, he looks about without turning his gaze to Inha directly. Placing the bag delicately down to the side, he walks just out of view.
And comes back with a trashcan, testing its heft a few times. Same mild expression on is face. Will he actually throw it through the door? Does she want to find out? ]
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Inha cants her head to one side, confused once he disappears from her sight. Standing on her tiptoes, as if it'll help to find him, and leaning closer to the glass. Once he's back in view, with a trashcan in both hands, she's opening the door. ]
You crazy bastard, put that down! I'll beat you black and blue if you have me paying out of pocket for glass!
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Oh! Inha-chan, there you are!
[ He tosses the trashcan aside, where it skids to a stop and wobbles a bit but remains upright where he got it from. ]
There must have been some problem with the door, but I guess you fixed it.
[ Completely ignoring the entire debacle, he picks up the bag and holds it at eye level. ]
Shall we go in?
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[ Clicking her tongue, she goes to the door and gestures him to follow. ]
Just stay close and don't walk off -- I'm not babysitting you.
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Hey, I got a weird text from your number when I got here. Someone was being mean to me. I know it couldn't have been you, because I'm doing you a favour and bringing you snacks. You should lock your phone.
[ Seriously, poke a bear much? Still, she certainly doesn't know he's not nearly as harmless as he can seem. He follows along cheerfully, checking everything out as he does. Glancing into other rooms as they pass, looking about in general interest. ]
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[ She says with no hesitation, her expression sour as the walk down the hall. Several doors made with glass allowing them to peer inside and catch a glimpse of both strangers and familiar faces in the competition.
Taking him in the room she had rented, it's wide enough for several people and with her belongings piled in a corner. ]
I'll show you what part you'll be doing and then we'll give it a run, 'kay?
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Sure, sure... Can't be too hard.
[ At least he's confident. ]