[ Don't worry.. About the blood?! Lottie nods meekly, feeling more and more confused as he speaks. How'd he not feel all that? She's pretty sure the stairs around the building aren't that crazy dangerous. She leans back when he comes forward, her eyes focusing on a mix of his hair, nose, and the tattoos she caught a glimpse of in that photo. ]
Wow, t-thanks.. You too. And yeah, absolutely!! Sorry.. [ She steps to the side, officially flustered at his compliment and using the excuse of being a good host to hide the pink to her cheeks. This guy is more cute than she expected to be, and it's such a whiplash from his entire get up. A dude who asked her if she was vanilla right off the bad shouldn't have such a nice smile.. Right??? ] Should've offered sooner, haha.. Go ahead.
[ But still all she can think about is how beat up he looks.. She can't fuck a guy who hurt himself showing off? Can she?? Okay, if he's this hot she could.. But having to stare down that gash on his cheek is questionable. As she closes the balcony door, she slips her slippers back on and gives a gentle touch to his arm, tilting her head to look up at him. ]
Hey, I can clean you up really quick? I have some stuff in my bathroom I can use.. [ Well, some stuff she bought at discount.. She's not sure what's in it but it should be enough to wipe any remaining blood off him. Make him clean as a whistle - ] If you want to that is, I don't want you hurting or anything.
[He steps inside and looks around. For someone who hit the panic button, the place is pretty clean. He feels out of place with how fancy some of her furniture is. He may have lived in a mansion before, but it wasn't like it was his... His viewing is cut short when his gaze lands on Lottie, who offers more than what he's here for. He can almost feel the heat in his ears. Her words take a while to register — they're far more hospitable than he's used to.]
... Oh, uh, sure! I don't mind. I thought you just wanted to... Nevermind.
[He uses the excuse of looking for a place to sit to sheepishly look away.]
I had a gig earlier today. [ You know, he tells Lottie. At the bar near this popular club everyone talks about? ] Didn't know if I'd make it here in time...
[ Is she nervous when he's surveying her house? Absolutely. There's a stray thought of how she should spruce up more but it's too late, his opinion is already solidified and she has to live knowing this. She has to live with equal regret when he doesn't respond immediately to her offer, Lottie panicking on the inside.
God, she knows cleaning up blood isn't sexy but.. C'mon!! Throw her a bone!!! ]
I know you said you had a lot of stuff to do, too. And I mean, we never set a real time. [ So there's no way he could be late, even if he was, she wouldn't be too irritated. After all, they both know why they're here, and so long as he shows up she can't be mad about it. ] I'm just kinda happy you didn't flake..
[ Was that weird? She chooses not to think over it, instead moving over to a cabinet to get something to clean him with. ]
Are you a freelancer? Or do you actually work there?
[ He settles for a spot in the middle of her couch and takes off his jacket, not sure if she wants it hanging along with her clean, stylish clothes. It pools at the spot next to him. ]
Freelancer, yeah. I'm mostly a musician, and I play for whoever will take me. They tried to make me a regular, but I told them I already had a commitment! This clothing line is getting me to model for 'em. Uh, don't get your hopes up. I don't look great with clothes on.
[ ...She is free to consider the implications of that! The small huff and smile might even say he invites her to. His shirt is tight around his broad chest and back when he starts pulling it off — he has a few injuries he needs her to reach. ]
So you're a blogger? [ does she have a verified account... either way, he goes on: ] Why blogging?
[ She catches that, her mind already considering every implication of that statement. Maybe she can fuck a guy who hurt himself trying to impress her.. She seriously thinks over this as she roams from her cabinet to her bathroom, her response loud enough for him to hear despite the distance. ]
I'm a designer, and a model, actually. [ Humble Bragβ’ alert.. And yes, she is verified, which is Not Good For Her Ego at all, ] So I figured why not two birds with one stone? Blogging puts me out there and gets me in touch with a lot of companies.
[ It's weird to tell people blogging was what you were born to do, so she opts for the safer, less crazy explanation. When she walks back into the living room, items gathered in a neat pile in her arms, she's surprised to see.. A very shirtless man in her house. ]
But I can see why someone snagged you up for their line.. [ Her eyes linger over his tattoos, especially his chest, before delicately placing the first aid kit and all related trinkets on the coffee table in front of him. ] I'm kinda jealous I didn't find you first. Any way I can convince you to join up with my team, instead? We always play to the strength of our models, and if clothes aren't yours.. That isn't really a problem.
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Wow, t-thanks.. You too. And yeah, absolutely!! Sorry.. [ She steps to the side, officially flustered at his compliment and using the excuse of being a good host to hide the pink to her cheeks. This guy is more cute than she expected to be, and it's such a whiplash from his entire get up. A dude who asked her if she was vanilla right off the bad shouldn't have such a nice smile.. Right??? ] Should've offered sooner, haha.. Go ahead.
[ But still all she can think about is how beat up he looks.. She can't fuck a guy who hurt himself showing off? Can she?? Okay, if he's this hot she could.. But having to stare down that gash on his cheek is questionable. As she closes the balcony door, she slips her slippers back on and gives a gentle touch to his arm, tilting her head to look up at him. ]
Hey, I can clean you up really quick? I have some stuff in my bathroom I can use.. [ Well, some stuff she bought at discount.. She's not sure what's in it but it should be enough to wipe any remaining blood off him. Make him clean as a whistle - ] If you want to that is, I don't want you hurting or anything.
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... Oh, uh, sure! I don't mind. I thought you just wanted to... Nevermind.
[He uses the excuse of looking for a place to sit to sheepishly look away.]
I had a gig earlier today. [ You know, he tells Lottie. At the bar near this popular club everyone talks about? ] Didn't know if I'd make it here in time...
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God, she knows cleaning up blood isn't sexy but.. C'mon!! Throw her a bone!!! ]
I know you said you had a lot of stuff to do, too. And I mean, we never set a real time. [ So there's no way he could be late, even if he was, she wouldn't be too irritated. After all, they both know why they're here, and so long as he shows up she can't be mad about it. ] I'm just kinda happy you didn't flake..
[ Was that weird? She chooses not to think over it, instead moving over to a cabinet to get something to clean him with. ]
Are you a freelancer? Or do you actually work there?
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Freelancer, yeah. I'm mostly a musician, and I play for whoever will take me. They tried to make me a regular, but I told them I already had a commitment! This clothing line is getting me to model for 'em. Uh, don't get your hopes up. I don't look great with clothes on.
[ ...She is free to consider the implications of that! The small huff and smile might even say he invites her to. His shirt is tight around his broad chest and back when he starts pulling it off — he has a few injuries he needs her to reach. ]
So you're a blogger? [ does she have a verified account... either way, he goes on: ] Why blogging?
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I'm a designer, and a model, actually. [ Humble Bragβ’ alert.. And yes, she is verified, which is Not Good For Her Ego at all, ] So I figured why not two birds with one stone? Blogging puts me out there and gets me in touch with a lot of companies.
[ It's weird to tell people blogging was what you were born to do, so she opts for the safer, less crazy explanation. When she walks back into the living room, items gathered in a neat pile in her arms, she's surprised to see.. A very shirtless man in her house. ]
But I can see why someone snagged you up for their line.. [ Her eyes linger over his tattoos, especially his chest, before delicately placing the first aid kit and all related trinkets on the coffee table in front of him. ] I'm kinda jealous I didn't find you first. Any way I can convince you to join up with my team, instead? We always play to the strength of our models, and if clothes aren't yours.. That isn't really a problem.