[ yeah, he'd noticed the glasses. hard not to, given how giant they looked on her heart-shaped face — a deceptively small and sweet-looking thing, for all that it contained her barbed tongue. slowly, he settles onto the couch, still sort of just... watching her. warily, one could even say, not unlike a person staying steady in the hopes the stray cat down the alley would eventually make its way to sniff his hand.
he's, like. 99.9% certain she doesn't realize she's wearing those glasses, just like he's 99.8% certain she doesn't make a habit of being seen in them.
slowly, slowly, he forces his body to settle onto the couch. (there is, of course, a brief tensing up when she suddenly lays herself back down over his lap but that is neither here nor there—) ]
You being a cat person makes sense.
[ the cat-patterned loungewear is certainly a safe topic, right? ]
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he's, like. 99.9% certain she doesn't realize she's wearing those glasses, just like he's 99.8% certain she doesn't make a habit of being seen in them.
slowly, slowly, he forces his body to settle onto the couch. (there is, of course, a brief tensing up when she suddenly lays herself back down over his lap but that is neither here nor there—) ]
You being a cat person makes sense.
[ the cat-patterned loungewear is certainly a safe topic, right? ]