Cher smiles and places her hands on the arm that Vox was offering
The net was a spur of the moment thing, it was more so a testing of a theory than a thought out trap, but I am definitely evolving.
she gasps
WAIT, YOU LIVED IN THE 50s?! That is so cool, tell me everything!!
explains why I have taken such a liking to you, darling. oh and your obsession with sharks, it's adorable
// hmm, curious how long it's gonna take Vox to realize that Cher has been calling him "darling" for a while now
*the two of them start walking through Pride. it shouldn't be that far, so vox is going to pretend his legs aren't killing him. being tied up does shit to your ability to walk, he guesses...*
"Testing of a theory." Ha. That's one way you could put it...
I'd say you're getting smarter with it. More creative. I like your snakes.
*as he says it, one curls fondly around his ankle. he hadn't realised they were still following them. he smiles as it unfurls.*
I can't believe you didn't live in the fifties! Makes me wonder when you died. No matter!
Gosh, I haven't seen a stapler in ages, back then I had a bunch of staplers for some reason. Phones were shit and blocky and I will never admit to ANYONE how much more I like them that way.
I was never one to keep up with fashion trends, really, because nothing ever changed for men and it was annoying, but I remember all the girls had pencil skirts and buns and it was really cute and everyone was in the working force and-
Oh my Christ, I'm rambling. I'm sorry! I just... I like my time period.
...I miss it.
*he beams. he might not be admitting it any time soon, but this bitch is making him feel damn special.*
Don't dog on my shark obsession. I maintain that they're the best, most useful animal. Once killed a guy with one! He was a real bitch!
