--Paint .it. Neon--✰

Oh dear. It looks like she was caught in the act. “W…well, you see…” How was she to explain this without sounding rude? Something like, ‘I also take personality into account’ wasn’t a very nice answer. It wasn’t as if she disliked him, but she didn’t like him that way either…how troubling! “…You’re very attractive, rest assured…just not…my type…?”

"...actually that reminds me. Who even are you? I mean, maybe I should know the name of my slave."

With a flurry of movement, Bambi had stripped off her jacket and wrapped it around his shoulders. “It’s cold outside…it would be awful if you got sick from walking around shirtless…” With an apologetic smile, she continued, deciding to appease him. “Yes, yes, you are very attractive…a nine at least…” White lies couldn’t hurt, could they?

"If I'm a nine then why don't I feel convinced?"

! It’s burger man! “…I’m sorry…you’re a bit old for me…b-but if I was older, then maybe I’d rate you a six and a half…! M-More though, probably!” She proceeds to sweat nervously.

"How about like this? Change your opinion?"

…He was aware she had no clue what a burger was, right!? Her ears drooped as she said, “I-I’m sorry sir…I’ll need a description first if I am to complete this task…”

"Not literal shit just--ugh. Google it."

"If an apron and shirt are cute than yes. I don’t want to over do it for just a little shop."

"...I can work with that." As long as she allows a few buttons and pins, the possibilities are ~endless~.

"Well, you don’t need to go that far but consider yourself my first employee." 

"Will we get cute outfits?"