LOCKE
She’s right, in a way, that fashion is an extension of yourself. Locke’s fashion sense is lacking and maybe his sense of self is too. That’s a little deeper than he’s willing to dig right now. ”Aww, really? I kind of like the rundown and sweaty look.” He clicks his tongue as he mock pouts, tilting his head to one side. His brain goes straight to the gutter and he hates the faint heat he can feel rise into his cheeks. Hopefully she doesn’t ask what’s on his mind.
”Gideon? I’ll keep him in mind.” He’s still mulling it all over as she tugs him up to her apartment. Honestly, not how he was expecting the day to go. Not that he’s mad about it. Being pulled around by a pretty girl is exactly how he wants his days to go. Plus, the tower really is interesting. He’s never seen anything like it. Well, there’s the lighthouse but it’s not the same.
And her apartment gets a similar reaction. If he was still doing the shady thing, he’d see if he could plifer something without her noticing. Not today though. He’s a good boy. Or, a slightly less bad boy at least. It looks both exactly how he imagined and not quite at all. It’s a lot more colorful than he expected. This might be the nicest place he’s ever been in, or at least very close. ”Don’t say that, I might not leave.” He’s half tempted to follow her but instead seats himself on the couch, folding one leg across his knee. He wonders if he should’ve offered to change too.
”Gideon? I’ll keep him in mind.” He’s still mulling it all over as she tugs him up to her apartment. Honestly, not how he was expecting the day to go. Not that he’s mad about it. Being pulled around by a pretty girl is exactly how he wants his days to go. Plus, the tower really is interesting. He’s never seen anything like it. Well, there’s the lighthouse but it’s not the same.
And her apartment gets a similar reaction. If he was still doing the shady thing, he’d see if he could plifer something without her noticing. Not today though. He’s a good boy. Or, a slightly less bad boy at least. It looks both exactly how he imagined and not quite at all. It’s a lot more colorful than he expected. This might be the nicest place he’s ever been in, or at least very close. ”Don’t say that, I might not leave.” He’s half tempted to follow her but instead seats himself on the couch, folding one leg across his knee. He wonders if he should’ve offered to change too.
I'm not gonna lie
I want you for mine
I want you for mine
