Iskra
"Okay," he says with a pointed brow. "It's one of my favorite things." No, he would not be ranking them.
Snorting at the idea that he said such things only to try and speed her along rather than speaking his truth, he doesn't have the time to form a proper rebuttal before the reveal is upon him and he forgets all about it in favor of admiring the clothing. Rare he mouths after her, not quite sure the implications that has with attire. "Sounds expensive," he accuses, a worry creasing his brow when he looks over to her. "Although, I suppose Honeybee merch should be a step above." A difficult semblance for him, both of wanting her admired by all so they might see her as grandly as he does, everyone scampering around with some variant or another of her name stitched to them, and equally desiring to keep her all to himself, the Honeybee's price tag keeping it from being for just anyone as is rightfully so, she is not without value.
He doesn't linger on the theoretical for long, rising to his modeling career before her, giving a slow spin as requested and a small bow. One hand runs slowly over the little bees on the sleeve, smiling at the cute detail, and he wonders if he shouldn't get a version inked onto him to match the other stories written on his skin. "Of course the shorts too!" he tsks her, "hold your horses."
Turning about so his back is to her, because two can play this game, he drops his drawers and steps into the newest board shorts. She'll catch a bit of the full moon in the process, although the bottom of the sweatshirt hangs low enough to shelter her from it's full glint. With shorts secured he hops back around, properly twisting, turning, and looping his hands about in the process. "They feel great!" he assures, a sly grin edging in on one corner. "Doesn't come close to the real Honeybee holding me, but good enough." The Ludo line is out.
Snorting at the idea that he said such things only to try and speed her along rather than speaking his truth, he doesn't have the time to form a proper rebuttal before the reveal is upon him and he forgets all about it in favor of admiring the clothing. Rare he mouths after her, not quite sure the implications that has with attire. "Sounds expensive," he accuses, a worry creasing his brow when he looks over to her. "Although, I suppose Honeybee merch should be a step above." A difficult semblance for him, both of wanting her admired by all so they might see her as grandly as he does, everyone scampering around with some variant or another of her name stitched to them, and equally desiring to keep her all to himself, the Honeybee's price tag keeping it from being for just anyone as is rightfully so, she is not without value.
He doesn't linger on the theoretical for long, rising to his modeling career before her, giving a slow spin as requested and a small bow. One hand runs slowly over the little bees on the sleeve, smiling at the cute detail, and he wonders if he shouldn't get a version inked onto him to match the other stories written on his skin. "Of course the shorts too!" he tsks her, "hold your horses."
Turning about so his back is to her, because two can play this game, he drops his drawers and steps into the newest board shorts. She'll catch a bit of the full moon in the process, although the bottom of the sweatshirt hangs low enough to shelter her from it's full glint. With shorts secured he hops back around, properly twisting, turning, and looping his hands about in the process. "They feel great!" he assures, a sly grin edging in on one corner. "Doesn't come close to the real Honeybee holding me, but good enough." The Ludo line is out.
I can see the sunshine for the first time in a while
It's like I've been baptized by the warmth of your smile
It's like I've been baptized by the warmth of your smile
