[So maybe this is just an everyday occurrence at a mysterious resort with all its dealings rooted in sex. Maybe it's just something you get used to, a natural social occurrence like giving a coffee order to your secretary or sending a helicopter in for maintenance. Maybe that's just a part of daily life, people running up to you covered in an admittedly attractive flush and looking for all the world like they want to climb you like a tree before they've barely had time to ask your name.
Well. Rufus isn't used to it, not yet, but evidently he's going to have to get there in a hurry, if things like this keep happening.
He manages to see Navia heading his way, fortunately, which also means he's got just enough time to get his hands out and take her by the shoulders, keeping her at a semi-arm's length so she doesn't crash into him in her haste. There's a definite strength in his hands that isn't immediately obvious from the look of them; he handles shotguns on the regular, the grip is firm but not overly tight.]
Going somewhere?
[It's not that he's sympathetic, not exactly. But being a wildcard on this beach has proven to be a recipe for having other people fuck around with you on the regular, and well — so maybe he's in the mood to do a little fuckarounding himself, and the universe has just presented him with a perfect opportunity.]
You look like you're in a hurry.
[He says, just a little bit like the cat who's caught the canary.]
naviaaaaaaaaaa also this is for II.
Well. Rufus isn't used to it, not yet, but evidently he's going to have to get there in a hurry, if things like this keep happening.
He manages to see Navia heading his way, fortunately, which also means he's got just enough time to get his hands out and take her by the shoulders, keeping her at a semi-arm's length so she doesn't crash into him in her haste. There's a definite strength in his hands that isn't immediately obvious from the look of them; he handles shotguns on the regular, the grip is firm but not overly tight.]
Going somewhere?
[It's not that he's sympathetic, not exactly. But being a wildcard on this beach has proven to be a recipe for having other people fuck around with you on the regular, and well — so maybe he's in the mood to do a little fuckarounding himself, and the universe has just presented him with a perfect opportunity.]
You look like you're in a hurry.
[He says, just a little bit like the cat who's caught the canary.]