[As transactional as his experiences tend to be, Luke would be lying to claim he didn't prefer at least some measure of actual attraction in his partners. Besides, this is for both of them in the end, and he's hardly heartless.]
A pleasure, Jisu.
[name or pseudonym hardly matters either, agree all. It's something she's comfortable being called, and that is good enough. As she stepped forward, some of that rigidity could still be found in him—more plain now: inexperience under the circumstances, rather than outward discomfort.]
Somewhere... slightly more shaded would be—preferred.
[pale as he is, there's something frustrating about how his face reddens in response to her words. Not even the tips of his pointed ears are spared, in spite of how swiftly he gathers himself back up.]
... I would be lying to claim no curiosity, and it will likely be good for both of us. [particularly since there's the rest of his anatomy to contend with, all neatly covered. ahem.] let us find somewhere more... comfortable, then. [There's no shortage of shaded little alcoves, just inset enough to create the illusion of privacy on a crowded lawn. He'll waste little time in stepping toward one, keeping his hand with hers.
It is! I think I'm finally getting over the worst of it though. Hopefully. I wanna rp, raa
A pleasure, Jisu.
[name or pseudonym hardly matters either, agree all. It's something she's comfortable being called, and that is good enough. As she stepped forward, some of that rigidity could still be found in him—more plain now: inexperience under the circumstances, rather than outward discomfort.]
Somewhere... slightly more shaded would be—preferred.
[pale as he is, there's something frustrating about how his face reddens in response to her words. Not even the tips of his pointed ears are spared, in spite of how swiftly he gathers himself back up.]
... I would be lying to claim no curiosity, and it will likely be good for both of us. [particularly since there's the rest of his anatomy to contend with, all neatly covered. ahem.] let us find somewhere more... comfortable, then. [There's no shortage of shaded little alcoves, just inset enough to create the illusion of privacy on a crowded lawn. He'll waste little time in stepping toward one, keeping his hand with hers.
It feels quite nice, if he's honest.]