HARPER
"A lapse in judgement on her part, clearly," he jests in return, eyes crinkling at the corners with mirth as the oceanic depths flicker in easy, playful self-diminishment. Even that cannot temper the heat that still lays claim to his cheeks, but at least it's a response instead of a tongue-tied sputtering attempt. Though her question definitely gives him pause. It seems wrong to give her a spontaneous answer that he hasn't thought over adequately, so Harper stares out at the sun glinting off the water and considers it with the weight he believes it deserves. "I'll admit, I'm not a typical man who would...court her, or whatever term is appropriate for this place. She's young and still adjusting to a new world. If she wanted to try such a thing with me I wouldn't say no, but I wouldn't want to pressure her into it either by doing the asking." The age difference between them wasn't very large at all, but she still seems young to him. Or perhaps he is simply too aged by his experiences.
Turning an inquisitive brow towards the pale woman, he considers her complexion anew. "You're albino, right? Don't they have sunscreen yet here? It's a cream that protects against the invisible, damaging rays of the sun. You could probably swim and sunbathe for at least longer than you can now with it." As a man of a modern time it's hard to remind himself sometimes that many things have not yet been invented. Maybe never will be, with the prevalence of magic in this world. But if it means Maea can enjoy a day in the sun, well damn maybe it's time for Harper to become a chemist. "But I'll certainly enjoy it on your behalf anyway," he allows with a cheeky grin, wriggling around like a content puppy to further prove his commitment to the idea.
Turning an inquisitive brow towards the pale woman, he considers her complexion anew. "You're albino, right? Don't they have sunscreen yet here? It's a cream that protects against the invisible, damaging rays of the sun. You could probably swim and sunbathe for at least longer than you can now with it." As a man of a modern time it's hard to remind himself sometimes that many things have not yet been invented. Maybe never will be, with the prevalence of magic in this world. But if it means Maea can enjoy a day in the sun, well damn maybe it's time for Harper to become a chemist. "But I'll certainly enjoy it on your behalf anyway," he allows with a cheeky grin, wriggling around like a content puppy to further prove his commitment to the idea.
if brokenness is a form of art
I must be a poster child prodigy
I must be a poster child prodigy
