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Stacisaur
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Watching as the reaction slowly built over upon her facial features, Axl blinked, glancing down at his torso for a moment. Oh, yeah. He was half way to being naked, and standing in the middle of the city, where everyone could see him. Well, that could appear strange to some.. Hey, whatever, man. Maybe he was a popular, well-paid Gigolo. How was anyone to know any different? Shooing those thoughts of rare embarrassing away, her stuttering words caught his eyes again. C'mon. You can do it. Speaking isn't too difficult. With just anybody doing this, fumbling along their sentence, he probably would have ended up smirking, with a ginormous grin on his lips. Though, only a small smile trickled against the mouth, as he found this sort of cute, this shyness that appeared around her in an invisible cloak. Glad she finally took the shirt from him, a sigh was let out before it all happened so quickly. In one swift motion, he saw darkness, and then light. Blinking a couple of times, his gaze lowered to hers, cotton material once more against his chest. Opening his mouth to speak in refusal, starting to move his hands down to the ends of his shirt to once again undress, he stopped short upon the utterance of a certain word from her soft voice.
Well. Now he felt as dumb as a brick.
It all pulled together and made sense. The way she dressed, how she was hanging around the streets, oh, it was kind of disappointing. Awkwardly, he took his hand back up away from his attire, smoothing along some red spikes with side-way glances.
"Ah.. I'm sorry. I didn't.. I didn't know."
The young man had come across prostitutes before, it was kinda hard not to in this kind of place. But had he ever had small conversation with one, where the topic wasn't sex and or money? No. This was a first. Hearing her name, it was impossible for anything else to add for her level of cuteness. Alas, the cuteness was slightly tainted now that he knew her occupation. Training his mind to think more on a sensitive tone, he never knew her history. She could possibly be doing this to support her family, or maybe she had a kid. But, she was a kid herself! Oh, woe is the boy standing there, shoving his hands into his pockets. To come across such a tragic tale in his head that could be true, or could not, it was so very, very sad. With a cough to clear his throat, a manly cough at that, he looked back down to her and gave a weak smile.
"I'm Axl."
Well. Now he felt as dumb as a brick.
It all pulled together and made sense. The way she dressed, how she was hanging around the streets, oh, it was kind of disappointing. Awkwardly, he took his hand back up away from his attire, smoothing along some red spikes with side-way glances.
"Ah.. I'm sorry. I didn't.. I didn't know."
The young man had come across prostitutes before, it was kinda hard not to in this kind of place. But had he ever had small conversation with one, where the topic wasn't sex and or money? No. This was a first. Hearing her name, it was impossible for anything else to add for her level of cuteness. Alas, the cuteness was slightly tainted now that he knew her occupation. Training his mind to think more on a sensitive tone, he never knew her history. She could possibly be doing this to support her family, or maybe she had a kid. But, she was a kid herself! Oh, woe is the boy standing there, shoving his hands into his pockets. To come across such a tragic tale in his head that could be true, or could not, it was so very, very sad. With a cough to clear his throat, a manly cough at that, he looked back down to her and gave a weak smile.
"I'm Axl."