♥ 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.]

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[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.]