#fleshthatfalls

"Very." Between clearing his throat John clarified and he didn't miss whatever the chance he had to sooner observe. Eyes lead themselves astray, he'd even rock back and fourth a little on his feet toward the end of the soles of his boots, hands behind his back and there went a slant of his his head to fall at an angel, a once over ensues. The blonde wasn't exactly oblivious to the nature in existence to this Hello Kitty trend, it's just that whenever his eyes settled itself on that, he never imagined he'd meet someone who adored what he'd always assumed was teenaged girl sort of thing, not that he was trying to infantilize her. There were fans he'd met that were bold, but her? But she was straightforward. "In what ways that you're sweet? Forgive me if I may be, well" his throat cleared a little between a chuckle and his shoulders would rise a bit and he stood still. "...over stepping my boundaries. I'd just not want to get the wrong--" words come to a halt and abruptly so. The Supe's brows rose and although he had to admit to himself, not her that he played dense, it was still as he had said, he didn't want to think the wrong things. The way he would crack into a brighter, a more toothy smile would also be a key detail of his interest. Not that he'd tell her, but his mind tended to take it's one path further away from pure. But naturally, his mind was often more than not in the gutter. "Honor? I'm not king. To whom do I owe the pleasure?" Taking one of her hands, he would bow his head to place a gentle kiss upon it. Clearly, she had given him her consent--that case being...He couldn't pretend to be dense. He'd be one of the worst liars in history if he had said he attention wasn't within her favor. He hadn't entirely been too certain, but the way his sense of neutrality shifted into something else a bit more...in line to suit her favor. "That's...astounding to me. Believe it or not, I--I don't think anyone's ever called me that. I mean, 'daddy'. At least never to my face." In a matter of words John was obviously swayed. John eyed her and hadn't told her to take a hike. " Your name. What is it?"

Not that John hadn't liked...the whole idea of women fantasizing about him, it was just that well, this had come so suddenly. And he wasn't totally against the idea of adoring fans for either that matter, dreaming up all sorts of scenarios that involved him. And like everyone else, he had his preferences and standards that needed to be met in order for him to successfully cross over into certain...territories. While the gears in his head shifted and he blinked rapidly as though the answer would magically appear into his lap in front of him, though there was this smile plastered on his face and he thought it wise to keep his answers neural. No matter how many times his brain scrambled and framed the confession around his head, he just didn't think he was well equipped for it. "I, uh,--I don't....I'm sure you girls have quiet the vivid imagination. I'd like...to think that you all should be prepared for that. Be certain if what you're asking what you'd really want."

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