Hira Mitsae
Ain't No Rest For The Wicked
[member="Norte"]
"I keep the butter for other things."
Wink wonk.
The fact that she liked him? Well, yeah. It gave him a warm feeling in his chest. But honestly, he had already assumed she did, because why would she otherwise spend her free time with him? It was one thing to spend a night together. Booze, pleasure, heavy feels. Gotta scratch an itch sometimes, eh? Today was different though. Just two people spending time together and exploring their hobbies. That was inherently an entirely different beast than what they had tackled all those weeks ago.
"Hm." He pondered on that, before shaking his head. "Should be fine. It might be tricky for first few seconds, but once we are on the board and there? I will compensate."
He peddled a bit closer, hip to hip, as they studied the waves together.
"Besides, gives me a better... angle to give you my tip, eh?"
Soft smirk there too.
"I keep the butter for other things."
Wink wonk.
The fact that she liked him? Well, yeah. It gave him a warm feeling in his chest. But honestly, he had already assumed she did, because why would she otherwise spend her free time with him? It was one thing to spend a night together. Booze, pleasure, heavy feels. Gotta scratch an itch sometimes, eh? Today was different though. Just two people spending time together and exploring their hobbies. That was inherently an entirely different beast than what they had tackled all those weeks ago.
"Hm." He pondered on that, before shaking his head. "Should be fine. It might be tricky for first few seconds, but once we are on the board and there? I will compensate."
He peddled a bit closer, hip to hip, as they studied the waves together.
"Besides, gives me a better... angle to give you my tip, eh?"
Soft smirk there too.