[ His own outfit is skin-tight: a short tank that shows off working muscle instead of something more artificially sculpted, and a pair of shorts that leave very little to the imagination. They're skimpy enough that a second line of kintsugi-like gold is visible along his hip.
As for his suit, it's is displayed on his left hand, funnily enough: a diamond and, as if affixed as an afterthought, a heart. The hotel had thought to provide him an interesting start to his time here.
When she says his name, he nods, and when she comments on it... well, he can't help the small huff. ]
It was the name given to me by someone very important. The name I choose for myself. I've had other names, many of them, but this one is mine.
[ the sentiment is familiar and all-too relatable, which earns him a small smile. ]
I get it. Something about... how you can never go back to who you used to be, so this is who you will be from now on.
[ it's why she always introduces herself with those three iconic words. call me ishmael, because her identity is and will always be the only thing she can truly call her own.
with that out of the way, she begins walking towards one of the pathways that weave through the indoor forest, the foliage lit with bioluminscent mushrooms. ]
[ A firm nod. Precisely. And he appreciates her understanding. That's why he's going to follow her, trotting to catch up and walk beside her. But he slows down at he gets distracted, marveling at the mushrooms and the way the light shades the foliage. It's beautiful. ]
[ she watches him wander with a sparkle in his eyes, slowing down her steps until they match each other's strides. it's cute, and she can't help the small smile creeping up to her face. ]
They're beautiful. And the light from the mushrooms... it makes your hair almost scarlet where it lands, giving each mass of hair an electric glow from within. It does the same to your eyes, deepening the color to something cooler.
[ well, that's rather... descriptive. initially, ishmael had thought that she's above compliments like those, but the way he's so genuine about it is turning her cheeks a nice pink, as if to complement the newfound scarlet-ness of her hair. ]
[ He blinks, and there's the distinct impression that he doesn't even know he was doing anything of the sort. He was just thinking out loud, describing, expressing his appreciation to someone he's with. There's a moment before- ]
[ He almost looks affronted, certainly a little huffy. ]
I know you liked it but that isn't why I said it. I said it because I meant it.
[ He shakes his head, like a dog shaking off water. ]
It's not a priority, I suppose. I wouldn't like you just because you're beautiful. But I don't mind telling you about beautiful things if it makes you feel good about it. Why should I?
[ okay, he earns a soft huff of laughter at that. ]
Please, don't force yourself. Although, I don't really know much about beauty so perhaps I could learn more from you.
[ her taste in aesthetics can be a little... weird, if not bland. hard to determine what beauty is when you're from a world where superficial things like those are never given any attention if at all. ]
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[ His own outfit is skin-tight: a short tank that shows off working muscle instead of something more artificially sculpted, and a pair of shorts that leave very little to the imagination. They're skimpy enough that a second line of kintsugi-like gold is visible along his hip.
As for his suit, it's is displayed on his left hand, funnily enough: a diamond and, as if affixed as an afterthought, a heart. The hotel had thought to provide him an interesting start to his time here.
When she says his name, he nods, and when she comments on it... well, he can't help the small huff. ]
It was the name given to me by someone very important. The name I choose for myself. I've had other names, many of them, but this one is mine.
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I get it. Something about... how you can never go back to who you used to be, so this is who you will be from now on.
[ it's why she always introduces herself with those three iconic words. call me ishmael, because her identity is and will always be the only thing she can truly call her own.
with that out of the way, she begins walking towards one of the pathways that weave through the indoor forest, the foliage lit with bioluminscent mushrooms. ]
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First time seeing these? Me too.
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They're beautiful. And the light from the mushrooms... it makes your hair almost scarlet where it lands, giving each mass of hair an electric glow from within. It does the same to your eyes, deepening the color to something cooler.
[ All of it is... genuine. Delighted. ]
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Er, thanks.
[ what else can she say about that... ]
Are you that smooth towards anyone you meet?
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'Smooth'? I don't know what you mean.
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[ she looks away, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear in bashfulness. ]
Then again, I can never get used to that. Where I'm from, we don't really prioritize appearances when it comes to seeking partners.
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I know you liked it but that isn't why I said it. I said it because I meant it.
[ He shakes his head, like a dog shaking off water. ]
It's not a priority, I suppose. I wouldn't like you just because you're beautiful. But I don't mind telling you about beautiful things if it makes you feel good about it. Why should I?
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Please, don't force yourself. Although, I don't really know much about beauty so perhaps I could learn more from you.
[ her taste in aesthetics can be a little... weird, if not bland. hard to determine what beauty is when you're from a world where superficial things like those are never given any attention if at all. ]
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I'm not forcing anything. And... I don't know how to... 'know' about beauty. I just think things are beautiful.
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[ something something about beauty being subjective. ]
Anyway... you said you arrived here recently?
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Yes. Since they put us in sports attire. ...at least, I think that's what it's called.