You want to hold hands in a circle and sing some songs around a campfire?
[ he is decidedly not looking at all the places her skin has been revealed. even if in his periphery he manages to catch more curious ink that all but beg his attention, he has instead decided rustling through the bag is a far more productive use of his time.
(he doesn't look at her eyes, either. he made the mistake of doing that once, just a few minutes prior, and the locked gaze proceeded to make him feel so much like an ant under a microscope (with the full sun shining overhead) that he quickly learned to never ever do that again.)
his attention winds up falling on the tablet, likely because it is the one thing in that god-awful bag of tricks that even looks remotely familiar (read: safe). he plops himself down along the edge of the bed, if only for the excuse of getting to turn his back to her, and begins swiping through the various apps that are meant to be useful. ]
My name's Oushi.
[ it seems like a paltry offering, but considering the scope of everything, actually giving out his real name feels like a pretty big deal. like some measure of willing to be vulnerable, just like she is right now, in an effort to maybe even things out... or something.
swipe. swipe. swipe. he finds an app that is more or less like a highly advanced piccrew, or the kind of character creator you'd find in a bethesda game. ]
no subject
[ he is decidedly not looking at all the places her skin has been revealed. even if in his periphery he manages to catch more curious ink that all but beg his attention, he has instead decided rustling through the bag is a far more productive use of his time.
(he doesn't look at her eyes, either. he made the mistake of doing that once, just a few minutes prior, and the locked gaze proceeded to make him feel so much like an ant under a microscope (with the full sun shining overhead) that he quickly learned to never ever do that again.)
his attention winds up falling on the tablet, likely because it is the one thing in that god-awful bag of tricks that even looks remotely familiar (read: safe). he plops himself down along the edge of the bed, if only for the excuse of getting to turn his back to her, and begins swiping through the various apps that are meant to be useful. ]
My name's Oushi.
[ it seems like a paltry offering, but considering the scope of everything, actually giving out his real name feels like a pretty big deal. like some measure of willing to be vulnerable, just like she is right now, in an effort to maybe even things out... or something.
swipe. swipe. swipe. he finds an app that is more or less like a highly advanced piccrew, or the kind of character creator you'd find in a bethesda game. ]
You like 'em tall, or what?