07-03-2014, 08:31 PM
Hood stared at her for a long moment as she spoke about how he smelled. He pondered the ramifications of this scent she could...well, smell. And how that could apply to him. She could smell violence. She'd mentioned something to the same effect during all that ridiculousness about that damn Rougarou, but he hadn't really given it much thought. After a moment he grinned, finding the concept far too amusing. "Fuck kid, I really must reek."
She pawed through the bag of clothes, and he offered an over-exaggerated shrug. "With all that time you spend on your fucking makeup and clothes, figured you were one for only the most ridiculous of frilly bras and panties. Fuck, probably Hello Kitty and all that crap. I'll keep that in mind for Christmas. Guess that's coming up soon. Big bag of only the finest Victoria Secret sports bras and grandma panties."
She turned her back to him and started stripping down out of her hooker-gear in favour of the far more practical stuff he had picked up for her. He dallied a moment just to amp up her discomfort; for a girl that went around dressing like a hooker and wearing enough makeup to coat an elephant, she seemed a very strange mix of boldness and shyness around men. He had noticed her staring at him before.
At least she had a good build on her; she was small, but she had a solid build about her tiny frame. She was pretty easy on the eye. Before she could glance back at him again, he stood from the table and returned to the kitchen, pausing to turn the thermostat down slightly now that she was properly dressed, then pulled two bottles of beer from the fridge.
By the time he got back to the table, she had finished changing, and he set a bottle of beer in front of her. It was, of course, near-beer. She couldn't be having any alcohol on her meds. He didn't get to sit before her sudden outburst, and he just stared at her as she flew into a mad panic. About a hoglet, apparently. Whatever the hell that was.
He pulled his old cellphone from the pocket of his sweatpants and tossed it on the table next to her near-beer, "Knock yourself out. And no, didn't mention anything. He was a bit distracted. You know, what with you being a few pints shy."
She pawed through the bag of clothes, and he offered an over-exaggerated shrug. "With all that time you spend on your fucking makeup and clothes, figured you were one for only the most ridiculous of frilly bras and panties. Fuck, probably Hello Kitty and all that crap. I'll keep that in mind for Christmas. Guess that's coming up soon. Big bag of only the finest Victoria Secret sports bras and grandma panties."
She turned her back to him and started stripping down out of her hooker-gear in favour of the far more practical stuff he had picked up for her. He dallied a moment just to amp up her discomfort; for a girl that went around dressing like a hooker and wearing enough makeup to coat an elephant, she seemed a very strange mix of boldness and shyness around men. He had noticed her staring at him before.
At least she had a good build on her; she was small, but she had a solid build about her tiny frame. She was pretty easy on the eye. Before she could glance back at him again, he stood from the table and returned to the kitchen, pausing to turn the thermostat down slightly now that she was properly dressed, then pulled two bottles of beer from the fridge.
By the time he got back to the table, she had finished changing, and he set a bottle of beer in front of her. It was, of course, near-beer. She couldn't be having any alcohol on her meds. He didn't get to sit before her sudden outburst, and he just stared at her as she flew into a mad panic. About a hoglet, apparently. Whatever the hell that was.
He pulled his old cellphone from the pocket of his sweatpants and tossed it on the table next to her near-beer, "Knock yourself out. And no, didn't mention anything. He was a bit distracted. You know, what with you being a few pints shy."