[He reaches out a hand to take hers, feeling like all of this is definitely backwards from the way these things would usually go. Rude looks down at their hands, feeling a little bit shy about the contact, and then feels his skin heat up as he tries to picture what it might have been like the night before--with her.]
Rude. I'm Rude.
[As if she can read his mind, he draws his hand away to offer her toast instead to distract from Those kinds of thoughts.] Rude is my name. [He clarifies awkwardly, stealing another glance at Yasha.] I'm sorry, you're gorgeous. It's hard to process..
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[He reaches out a hand to take hers, feeling like all of this is definitely backwards from the way these things would usually go. Rude looks down at their hands, feeling a little bit shy about the contact, and then feels his skin heat up as he tries to picture what it might have been like the night before--with her.]
Rude. I'm Rude.
[As if she can read his mind, he draws his hand away to offer her toast instead to distract from Those kinds of thoughts.] Rude is my name. [He clarifies awkwardly, stealing another glance at Yasha.] I'm sorry, you're gorgeous. It's hard to process..