if it doesn't burn a little
She nearly bursts out laughing at his response, though manages to keep herself to a reasonable chuckle. Snicker. Same thing. ”Oh, I am sure you could figure it out. Or be taught,” she says, shrugging. Though the statement is suggestive, her tone is not, given where they stand. Rather, her tone is dismissive, not of him, but simply of the embarrassment. It was kind of cute.
He tries to smooth down his hair though to little avail. It reminds her of Korbin, whose hair is always a mess no matter how hard he tries. ’I’ve told you, you are attractive. The messy hair is just the sort of thing you learn to own.” Like a scar, it just becomes something to flaunt. It is only when you try to hide something that people really notice it. Says the girl who hides the scar on her chest, though it is not out of vanity that she does so. No, she just doesn’t really feel like being reminded about almost dying. It is not the sort of thing she likes to contemplate.
Weaver hands the list of goodies from Devas over. Blackberry pies among other things. ”I am guessing this rather large bakery order is for the party,” she says. It seemed unlikely that Maea planned to eat all that by herself. ”Did the invites have names on them already?” She hadn’t really paid much attention to the pile, but if they did, then they had a location, food, and a guest list. She returns to looking through papers, checking for anything else they might have missed.
He tries to smooth down his hair though to little avail. It reminds her of Korbin, whose hair is always a mess no matter how hard he tries. ’I’ve told you, you are attractive. The messy hair is just the sort of thing you learn to own.” Like a scar, it just becomes something to flaunt. It is only when you try to hide something that people really notice it. Says the girl who hides the scar on her chest, though it is not out of vanity that she does so. No, she just doesn’t really feel like being reminded about almost dying. It is not the sort of thing she likes to contemplate.
Weaver hands the list of goodies from Devas over. Blackberry pies among other things. ”I am guessing this rather large bakery order is for the party,” she says. It seemed unlikely that Maea planned to eat all that by herself. ”Did the invites have names on them already?” She hadn’t really paid much attention to the pile, but if they did, then they had a location, food, and a guest list. She returns to looking through papers, checking for anything else they might have missed.
-- weaver
then what's the point in playing with fire?
