[he puffs out a breath of smoke, sending it roiling lazily out the bad side of his mouth. detached, he watches his leg get nudged by a pretty little foot.]
Well, I still have a sleeve. [he looks up, not at anything in particular, casual and conversational now.] And I'll admit I was still hoping to see you with your shirt off.
[though, who knows what's hiding under there. he gets quiet to think for a little bit, pondering what kinds of questions he may even have left for this strange, upsetting, fascinating person.]
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Well, I still have a sleeve. [he looks up, not at anything in particular, casual and conversational now.] And I'll admit I was still hoping to see you with your shirt off.
[though, who knows what's hiding under there. he gets quiet to think for a little bit, pondering what kinds of questions he may even have left for this strange, upsetting, fascinating person.]