EZRA
"Lucky indeed," you positively purr as Fangs enters the fray, arching your body suggestively as you turn to look up at him through deliciously thick lashes. Now here is a man who you suspect can give you what you want- or something close enough to it, given his, ah, condition. Definitely gonna have to beg Lily to let you use that room again. "Glad to see someone else who appreciates art and human form." Laying it on thick, but what the hell. Go big or go home, right?Blondie, though, seems really quite flustered, and it's almost enough to make you take pity on the poor child. "Aw, sweetie, that's okay- nobody could." Fucking right they can't - you're gorgeous and you know it, with your long dark hair and freckled features, your smooth lines and androgynous features. And Fangs, well, he's not half bad himself.
Even Blondie's rather pretty, if you were into that sort of thing.
"But practice makes perfect, after all. And you have two very willing subjects." With a wink you put your arm around Fangs' shoulder, your other arm raised in a right angle, hand on your forehead and leg cocked up so your hips press against the dark haired man. It's an over-dramatic pose, perhaps, but it lets you hit on Fangs while Blondie draws, and hey, you're nothing if not a people pleaser.
isn't it lovely, all alone
heart made of glass
my mind made of stone
