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MONSTER LET OUT AN AUDIBLE GROAN , brows furrowing as she's forced to ponder their question . she'd never been unsuccessful when it comes to finding a partner , but it's true that recently her ‘ technique ’ has been picked to pieces by multiple people . such is the life of someone raised in captivity , being deprived of any kind of normal social interaction . “ shit , i dunno … ” ninety - nine huffed , folding one blackened arm 'neath her bust while the other lifted , a claw tapping at her own chin in brief thought .
monster shifted eventually , taking a step closer to the other with a sudden newfound confidence . carmine gaze fell ‘pon riley’s own , intimidatingly so by default despite it not being the intention . ninety - nine leaned her weight against the surface they stood by , tilting her head toward the other so she could grumble out a few words . “ hey hot stuff , you got a map? ‘cause i’m gettin' lost in your eyes . ” monster nodded , promptly standing herself back up as if coming out of a character . “ and then i give her a fruit juice . ”
"The approach... isn't bad." But most of that could be attributed to how Ninety-Nine was -- even with the claw and all -- absurdly hot. She scratched the back of her neck. This'll be tough. "Points for trying. Confidence is good, but the intonation is an issue. I might laugh and sorta see through you as an awkward nerd, but I'm sweet 'n' accomodatin'. You're a little too growly, too aggressive. That's great once someone knows you, but for the first approach, it's likely to scare 'em. You need to be able to size someone up and modify your approach, on some level. I'm not saying turn off what makes you you, but what you'd say t'me is different from what you'd say to, whoever." New tack.
"Let's see. Who're you into..? You... lii-iiike..." Her fingers tented. Probing. "Eureka. No. Too clean. Oak? No. Way too dirty. Mickey...? No, too high society." Not Addie either, Riley wasn't entirely sure that many people could see her... She paused. (Not Cin, she's too... too normal?) A revelation! She snapped her fingers. "Elly. You're into Eleven." No, it wasn't that their pseudonyms would pleasantly add up to One Hundred Ten. Nor was it that anyone with ears would like Eleven. "A fruit juice could work for her. Kinda lightweight willowy type, she'd like not being ordered a wine. Let's refresh. Saying the approach will work, what's the next step?"
