♥ feast your eyes on my display

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[There's a strangely attractive woman taking over your library today, Plane. Sirkka is indulging herself. On the long study table beside her, there's a setting of Earl Grey for four and some delicious chocolate-dipped cookie treats— all things she took from the community kitchen, of course. Sirkka has her long legs crossed over another chair while she sips her tea. She's enjoying her book too much to care about manners, even laughing every once in a while. Must be a comedy right?

Nah, just Twilight.]

This really is like secondary school.

[If one is as empathic as she is, they might detect a sort of dark, lingering thought beneath all of this that she's trying to distract herself from.]

Comments

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

Sounds kind of like steampunk. The clothes are totally alien to me, though. [She smiles, taking the edge off her words, if there had been one in the first place.

And surprisingly, she doesn't blush! Just continues to look right at him. That can get intimidating quick, even though there's nothing malicious in her gaze at all.]

You're not afraid?

[Don't lie. SHE CAN TELL IF YOU'RE LYING.]

[silenteden.livejournal.com]

There's some steampunk influence in the game, yeah. Good call. [He returns the smile.

And at her question, he has to pause and... honestly consider his answer to that. Still, his smile doesn't falter.]

Well, I think "afraid" is a bit strong of a word. Surprised, maybe? [Intrigued? Curious? But no, not afraid.]

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

I have a friend who's a genius when it comes to steam technology, so I'm passingly familiar with it.

[She's pleased at that response, and her smile turns a little self-serving like a cat. If she could purr, she would, but it's all in her body language anyway. Sirkka leans a little closer, a fingernail tracing over the tattoos on his cheek.]

Let's say I wanted to make your day at work a little more interesting. There's a way to meet people off the Plane, right?

[silenteden.livejournal.com]

It really works in your world? Hey, that's neat. We never could get it right in mine. Only in fiction.

[This is the most forward a woman has been with him ever, the end. Part of him is a little intimidated, sure, but the rest of him is more than happy to go with the flow. He grins at her as her fingernails against his cheek send the (very) good kind of shivers down his spine.]

I've heard of it happening, but I thought it was a random thing. We could try anyway, of course. A beautiful woman showing up makes anything more interesting.

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[She waits for his slow realization that his Plane self is really just an avatar. Not that she cares. But it does add a certain... dimension to things, no pun intended.

She smiles at his words, looking every bit like the cat that caught the mouse. Her fingers move from his cheek to tracing the edge of his ear, and her voice drops a notch, low and dark, so that only he can hear.]

Mondays are awful, you know. You ought to set aside some time to have fun once in a while... and I don't mean hacking at monsters for points.

1/2

[silenteden.livejournal.com]

[... After a comment like that, you might be waiting a little bit longer for that realization. Can you say, "distracting"?

His hand finds its way up to rest on top of hers, but only for a second before he slides it down her arm to rest on her elbow.]

Hey, easier to have fun with company, right? I'm sure I can take a break from watching an empty front counter.

[In real life. ... ... Where he looks vastly different. .....]

2/2!

[silenteden.livejournal.com]

[.... PING! Kuhn's grin abruptly turns into a sheepish little smile.]

W-Well, H-Hey, wait. There's, uh... something about meeting up off the plane...

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[Theeere we go.]

You'll look different, right?

I don't really mind that much, but if you're uncomfortable with it, then I understand. We could just hang out here if you wanted. [Surprisingly, there's not even a note of manipulative disappointment, just a small smile of amusement.] It's all the same to me.

[silenteden.livejournal.com]

Ah... yeah. Exactly. [He tilts his head slightly, eyes narrowed, slightly puzzled.] Did I already tell you that before, or something?

[He shakes his head. That's not important.]

I'm not uncomfortable with it. I just... didn't want you to be expecting something else, you know? [His smile is less sheepish now, but he still feels a bit guilty for killing the mood.]

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

Mm. Once. [But scraping it off the top of his brain certainly helps.]

Don't be silly. I'm not talking to you because I think your avatar is super sexy or something. You're optimistic and sweet and considerate, and I think you want to loosen up a little just like I do.

What you look like doesn't matter. Honestly, I'm the one who looks like something out of a movie. It'd be hypocritical for a thousand different reasons if I rejected you for being 'normal'.

[silenteden.livejournal.com]

Hey, no, I wasn't accusing you of hypocrisy. I just wanted to be up-front.

[He nods, pauses... then mock-pouts.] So you don't think my avatar is sexy?

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

I know. I just wanted to be up-front, too.

[She laughs quietly at the question, still very much in his personal space.] I never said that at all. [There's a playful lilt to her voice. Somewhere along the line she ditched her teacup, and that other hand is now comfortably slipping beneath the funky cross straps of his chest.]

I'm still curious about those tattoos, though...

[silenteden.livejournal.com]

[Kuhn forgot the teacup a long time ago. In fact, I'm pretty sure he's forgotten he even had tea at all.

--And hello, that was sudden! He actually blushes a bit, but he does grin at her and laugh faintly. Hell, he even puts an arm around her waist.]

That makes two of us, gorgeous.

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

We'll save that for another time, sweetie. [Sirkka pries herself off him and goes back to smirking over her tea. Awwww.]

[silenteden.livejournal.com]

[Stare.

He spends about a second and a half on a string of mental curses and profanity, but quickly gets over it and just laughs instead - mostly at himself. He shakes his head and turns his own attention back to his cup of tea.]