[ Not that Andy would be judging if it was her first rodeo — this just isn't quite what she was expecting, with all the talk about death and demigods. It's... Almost endearing that returning from the afterlife is no big deal, but getting hit on by some random woman makes Takara tongue-tied and flushed. ]
Do you want to skip the whiskey? Or do you need something to steady your nerves first? [ It's a dig, but it's a mild one — the habitual wryness, that's all. Andy flicks her dwindling cigarette aside before going on dryly: ] Don't overthink it. I'm not that hard to please.
[ Takara's now watching her quite closely, and there's a surprising
weight to her gaze - an assessing one - as if she's really looking at Andy
for the first time. And not at her body. But straight into her eyes as if
she could bore into her soul. Considering that she's still blushing up a
storm it's a little disconnected. Finally, assessment done, she apparently
just decides to blush more, and start walking in the direction of
her house. ]
Uh - I think I've got some wine, at home. If that's an okay compromise.
[ There is a surprising weight to her gaze — and it's been a long fucking time since anyone looked at Andy that way. She's only ever known a stare like that from others like her, people with a thousand years behind their eyes. But she feels that weight now — or something like it — and even though she doesn't look away, it's strange, to be seen like that.
Finally, after a brief pause: ]
Sure. Like I said — not that hard to please. [ Her own attention lingers on Takara another moment before she glances off with a little shrug. Dry as ever: ] If it helps, I've never been with a demigod. I don't have any expectations, and after seven thousand years, you can't possibly be my worst lay.
I uh - I haven't actually been with anyone since the whole demigod thing,
so I uh - you'll have to let me know if I -- uh -- I mean, I can lift cars
now without thinking about it, so--
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TDM AFTER DARK
Do you want to skip the whiskey? Or do you need something to steady your nerves first? [ It's a dig, but it's a mild one — the habitual wryness, that's all. Andy flicks her dwindling cigarette aside before going on dryly: ] Don't overthink it. I'm not that hard to please.
Re: TDM AFTER DARK
[ Takara's now watching her quite closely, and there's a surprising weight to her gaze - an assessing one - as if she's really looking at Andy for the first time. And not at her body. But straight into her eyes as if she could bore into her soul. Considering that she's still blushing up a storm it's a little disconnected. Finally, assessment done, she apparently just decides to blush more, and start walking in the direction of her house. ]
Uh - I think I've got some wine, at home. If that's an okay compromise.
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Finally, after a brief pause: ]
Sure. Like I said — not that hard to please. [ Her own attention lingers on Takara another moment before she glances off with a little shrug. Dry as ever: ] If it helps, I've never been with a demigod. I don't have any expectations, and after seven thousand years, you can't possibly be my worst lay.
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Oh. [ That's a good point. ]
I uh - I haven't actually been with anyone since the whole demigod thing, so I uh - you'll have to let me know if I -- uh -- I mean, I can lift cars now without thinking about it, so--
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Damn. Just fuck me right up then.