Rose hummed, smirking as she took a step closer. It was admirable how Dave wasn't hiding away or bitching about his class selection. She wouldn't dare mention the fact that he could most likely switch styles in an item shop.
It was nice having Strider eyecandy.
"Oh, English? Yes, he seems to be quite the adventurous and inquisitive. I have no doubt he somehow stumbled into you." The poor boor couldn't sit still even for a minute!
As he suddenly began to get squirmish, she smirked a bit more, holding her chin in her palm as one arm crossed over her chest. Another wink.
"What's wrong, Dave? Surely I am led to believe a talented individual such as yourself is flattered by such attention. After all, you should easily be use to it. Countless times having to bat away the needless lackeys and groupies who crowd you for your talent."
Rose paused.
"You know very well you should be use to the whispers and murmurs among a crowd, brother."
She whispers.
"More specifically those who keep to themselves in a hushed distance 'hey, is that the guy with a blog... and a butt?'. It should come to no surprise that I note something so painfully, obviously, in my face."
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Rose hummed, smirking as she took a step closer. It was admirable how Dave wasn't hiding away or bitching about his class selection. She wouldn't dare mention the fact that he could most likely switch styles in an item shop.
It was nice having Strider eyecandy.
"Oh, English? Yes, he seems to be quite the adventurous and inquisitive. I have no doubt he somehow stumbled into you." The poor boor couldn't sit still even for a minute!
As he suddenly began to get squirmish, she smirked a bit more, holding her chin in her palm as one arm crossed over her chest. Another wink.
"What's wrong, Dave? Surely I am led to believe a talented individual such as yourself is flattered by such attention. After all, you should easily be use to it. Countless times having to bat away the needless lackeys and groupies who crowd you for your talent."
Rose paused.
"You know very well you should be use to the whispers and murmurs among a crowd, brother."
She whispers.
"More specifically those who keep to themselves in a hushed distance 'hey, is that the guy with a blog... and a butt?'. It should come to no surprise that I note something so painfully, obviously, in my face."