Come With Me And You'll See

"No, no, I don't mind!" Sylvi waved her hand dismissively as she smiled. With the heat of summer, it was common for it to begin to affect people. At least, that was what she imagined may have caused him the pain. "Sometimes it's good to talk to a stranger. Or it's easier?" She continued smiling, hoping she wasn't coming off as too strange.

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it's been five years since he left & the heartbreak started, & as much as shan is willing to move on with him, it's still going to take time for all those cracks to heal fully. plus, she's always been a fiercely independent person, much to her best friends' annoyance, & actively building a life with another person is going to be an interesting challenge in & of itself.

"You can kick my ass five ways til' sunday if I don'. But I promise I won' let it come ta that." They both know he'd be determined to never do anything to mess this up as long as he could help it.

"I can wait. However long...." Cal smiled up at her. As she kissed his forehead, he let one hand run gently along her spine. "Believe it or not... I do know how ta be patient." He chuckled.

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A slight smile settled on his features.

"Season? Oh that's a very prying question you know. Very deep and intimate." The seriousness broke too easily and she pressed her nose against Nova's jaw. "Autumn. I love the colours and smells, and some of my favourite flavours start to come rolling out in the coffee shop. There's this apple cinnamon dirty chai my friend makes and insists sure can't just make it until the middle of autumn. I like the piles of leaves, and the crunch of it walking down the street, and the way the wind makes the leaves dance down the road like they're on one more journey."

"I take my personal question asking very seriously. Straight to the important stuff." Nova teased. "Fall is a very good choice."

"I'd argue music is even more prying, hm?" They chuckled. "While I do appreciate and love my parents' music- and if I'm not being biased...." They hummed in thought. Music was always a hard one, trying not to blank out the second they were asked, it always changed all the time.

They kept their head leaned in close, pushing back against Cal's nose just a touch. "It is a hard one... I have in the past year or so found this guy, Witchz. Very different vibe- He's been my go to for a while. I couldn't even begin to describe his style. It's just... Hm... I guess I'll just have to show you sometime if you've never heard of him."

"Will it be sufficient for you to have maintenance covered on at least three vehicles? And to make any changes to them you feel would be appropriate in the name of carrying out your job?" Her hands folded into her lap, relaxed even in the overly ladylike posture. It was simply how she was raised. It was appropriate for a lady, after all.

On the subject of his wardrobe, though, her smile warmed slightly as she listened. "You'll need a variety of clothing to serve different purposes. I don't imagine as a mechanic you had much need to worry about certain parts of presentation the same way you will with me. There is a place for all types of clothing, after all. Dressing to accommodate those you associate with is the easiest way to ensure their guard lowers. Social armour," she quoted, waving a hand. "Sometimes the best kind of protection anyone can ask for.

"Still," she continued, "you will be an extension and representation of me. I can't have you dressed in a way that suggests that I don't take care of my staff; I also can't have you dressed in a way that suggests I'm too poor to maintain the best of the best. It isn't going to be an easy thing," she admitted, "and in some ways I expect there are things I can learn from you on the matter. I'm... used to subcultures of Russia and Eastern Europe. America is... new to me again, and I could use your insight on that. So I'll be happy to shop with you."

He more than understood the dig at the "too poor" comment. It was something he was used to growing up in a shitty trailer park, even bouncing between foster homes for the short time he did. It was something he learned to let roll off his back at this point. He did what he could with what little money he had, and he was proud of what he'd managed. Even more so since he was bit. There was a time he trashed his whole wardrobe left and right while he learned to get a handle on his shifting.

"M' sure we'll find some sort of middle ground ta work with." The wolf shrugged, his posture softening only the slightest bit, though he was still sitting proper enough.

"Now Ma'a- Miss. That damn well was not what I was suggestin'." He said, clearing his throat. He didn't budge, turning his head just enough to face her properly, no matter how close she decided to get. If this was a game of chicken, he wasn't going to lose.

"At least bein' within' earshot is a safest." He could have a better comeback, but he had a feeling this was some sort of test. He wasn't falling for it. No matter how she tried to dress or act. He'd be a damn professional.