His mouth opened from the smirk that was plastered on his face when he caught Porrims look, arching an eyebrow he hummed to himself. Porrim was someone he knew but she kept her distance, the look she gave was suggestive in his thoughts but at the same time until a few months ago, he was a virgin. The way she ground up against him seemed accidental especially since it was against his thigh but feeling her there was arousing none the less, he was an awkward person despite his confidence. He was pretty sure that she was sending him god damn billboards but mixed messages weren’t much fun. He hummed when he saw the older girls tongue slither out across her lips, that was a clear message right? Well not really but he would go along with the flow, it was hard to get verbal consent or at least so he heard. Porrim though he was sure would tell him if his future advances were unwelcome, he had learned quite a bit from her.
“She seriously does that too much I swear.” He sighed and shook his head, Roxy was definitely someone interesting, always grabbing others asses but she could also hit a perfect score in clay pigeons, her accuracy with a rifle rivaled his own in fact, she even claimed to be able to do the mythical 360 no scope a feat even he was not capable of. It kind of pissed him off how obnoxiously good she was, but at the same time it would mean he had a better chance of winning the competitions come spring which he had of course signed everyone up for without their consent or knowledge. It was for their and his own good really, it wasn’t like he wasn’t going to tell them about it come about april first when they wouldn’t be sure if he was joking or not. “I wonder which poor sap will be subject to her butt touches today.” It wasn’t that bad honestly except for the fact that she did it when he least expected it, she seemed able to erase all hint of her presence then strike giving his ass a squeeze.
“Happy to hear you’re comfortable with me around.” He stated, it was also hard not to notice the little looks she sent over his way every once in a while. Instead of covering up like a normal person he decided to give a pose, a sloppy version of something he saw in a magazine once. “You know if you’re gonna stare you should at least be a bit more subtle, you’ll make me blush.” He snorts at the idea, his confidence may be a bit of an act but he did have some. He was proud of the way he looked the level of fitness he had obtained almost fit his ideal. Perhaps he would join a fitness club to get the last bit of muscle he wanted, it was difficult for him since he didn’t want to look like he abused steroids for some second millenium ‘socal’ look, but more the classical ideal. “Kiddin’ a course, but I mean really if you see somethin’ you like here you should see her without that dress.” He jerked a thumb at Porrim, he was fairly sure introducing the idea as a compliment would put it in the room. This was as subtle as he got.
“It really is too bad those out in the halls will be denied the gift that is lookin’ at me, though please don’t think I mind the stares. I worked hard to get this fit, I want others to look.” Teasing Jade was quite fun, she was really quite the cute underclassmen and they both seemed to share the perils of having shitty vision while attempting to be markspeople. “Ah well their loss an your gain Harley.” He shifted to a different pose allowing a flex to show off the rope like muscles under his skin, neither he nor his father were particularly stocky his family defaulted to tall and thin. He was in fact probably the most built of the Ampora line something that put a small amount of pride in his heart, he was the only one in his family who had bothered with fitness for generations. Sure he was pretty try hard but that was never a bad thing was it? Being the try hard just meant he worked hard for what he got, not that he was a cliche of course.
“Oh yes I quite like the uniform, is this the final product? Because I do believe we might have to worry about flying buttons, that would be one hell of an obituary too. Death by flyin’ button, busty girls uniform to blame, but no really she does look quite good. The ears are a nice effect, perhaps I should fire english an’ make her the gunclub mascot” Pausing he decided to add emphasis with a small wolf whistle, after all it fit with the ears she was wearing. “Do feel free to tell me if I’m bein’ more obnoxious than usual ladies, its a bit hard not to enjoy the situation right now when I have two rather lovely people in the room. One in a very nice girls uniform for the school that the other outdid herself on.” That was smooth right, he really hoped it sounded smooth and not awkward as hell. Words were far from Eridan specialty, he modeled himself a man of action, and one day a self made man like those men from the gilded age of america that he had read about.
