poster boy, society's child

Indra: Of course I did. Who else on Earth would I want beside me?

Indra: Ugh. I try to say one nice thing and this is the thanks I get, hm?

Isaac: I'm sorry, it was very nice, actually.

Indra: Fine, I'll afford you a moment of sincerity, since I am feeling generous. You are more than just a piece if meat to me, darling.

Indra: Very true, gorgeous boy. She's rarely wrong, Livvy. And I rather enjoy the compliments and the kisses, dear x

Indra: Is that so? But darling, I merely asked you for the eye candy. Obviously. x

Indra: I enjoy you too, I suppose. And that mouth of yours.

Isaac: You wound me. I'm not just a piece of meat, my love.

Indra: I can't imagine why it would but I am all the more privileged to share your company, my darling. x

Indra: That's it, baby. A little eye candy, so to speak.

Indra: Ha. Yes, well, I promise I shan't monopolise your whole weekend. You only have to put on a smile for me at the wedding, and then you can do as you please for the remaining days.

Indra: Yes, well, semantics. I need a gorgeous man on my arm to make me look good. Better, even.

Indra: It's a three day weekend, mind you. You might come to realise you're less keen on my icy demeanor than you once thought.

Isaac: So, you want me to be your little accessory? I would be offended if I weren't so flattered.

Isaac: [unsent] Three days? Are you sure? That's a big step.

Indra: A date? How ever did you come to that conclusion, dear?

Indra: Hm, that was surprisingly easy.

Indra: Yes, I have to attend an estranged cousin's wedding out of town. I require a date.

Indra: Yes, I'm sure, dear.

Indra: Perfect. We'll match, then.

Indra: Oh. I forgot to actually ask, are you free this weekend?

Indra: What's your favorite color?

Indra: Follow up question, what's your favorite color on me?

Isaac: Blue, my dear.