Face of a saint. Lips of a sinner
She makes a face at her own mistake. Oops. “Sorry to hear that. I guess I should rephrase: any lady redheads who aren’t awesome?” Trying to be sensitive about the fact that he’s just revealed his last girlfriend (maybe?) died, Lily tones down her smile from somewhere around ‘come hither’ to ‘teasing.’ And where do you go from there in a conversation? She’d probably have tried another change of topic entirely, but Sunjata beats her to it. “How was it? Did it hurt?” How convenient that she’s got someone right in front of her who’s gone through the same thing she’s thinking of doing. It’s almost like he’s been put here on purpose - just for her.
“Fair,” she concedes. After a moment of thought at how to respond, her expression grow slightly more devious. “Because once we stop pretending to be better than we really are, both of us get to have more fun.” She sighs dramatically. “Pretending is exhausting.”
“Fair,” she concedes. After a moment of thought at how to respond, her expression grow slightly more devious. “Because once we stop pretending to be better than we really are, both of us get to have more fun.” She sighs dramatically. “Pretending is exhausting.”
