[ sofia gets a text from ray first, like he's giving her an out or something. that's gentlemanly, right? ]
OMW now-- be about 30 minutes!
[ when he arrives almost exactly thirty minutes later, ray gives the bell a ring (or intercom?) before taking a step back from the door. were he not already a fidgety fellow, it might seem like he's nervous, which he totally is. of course, he looks a bit like a j crew catalog incarnate-- despite the heat, he sports a clean and pressed pair of khakis topped with a white button-up. the sleeves are rolled up above his elbows, and the top button is left undone to help combat the inescapable warmth of the day.
if nothing else, his plain wardrobe highlights the deeeeep pink asiatic lilies in the vase he's holding at his chest. ]
[Sofia can do quite a lot in 30 minutes, or the 25 she's allowed herself. There will be none of this nonsense of making him wait while she puts on the finishing touches, this is not an occasion for that—that can come later, when there is a dinner reservation she can perhaps make him forget about when he arrives—and she races the clock a little aggressively.
This is new for her, a casual date with someone she genuinely likes. The late-night conversation with Eobard hadn't lessened her uncertainty, and she takes refuge in looking flawless: a cream dress patterned with abstract painted flowers, knee-length with sleeves to her elbows, hair swept up and away from her face in a pair of tortoiseshell combs, simple but towering cream stilettos. Light on eye makeup, dark red matte lipstick, she could be going for an afternoon cruise on a yacht.
She opens the door with a smile (after checking automatically to ensure it's him, some habits never die) and the pleased surprise is entirely genuine when she sees the flowers.]
Raymond, they are beautiful.
[The shoes give her at least six more inches in height, it's easy to lean forward and brush a careful kiss against his cheek when she comes forward to take them.]
[ at the sight of her, and the sound of her voice, ray lets out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. his cheeks are already pink, but they warm at the kiss. despite the nerves, his hands are steady as he makes sure she's got a firm grasp of the vase before releasing the gift to her. ]
They're uh-- they're not fragrant? I wasn't sure if you have any allergies.
[ this is what comes out when ray's brain finds it's circuits once again. is he staring? ]
[Aw. The staring is sweet. And the allergy concern is considerate. She steps back to allow him inside and to find a place to put the vase. Her apartment is largely industrial, the attic level of a tall building furnished in dark woods and steels, and the flowers are a bright splash on the dining table next to the balcony.
She takes a moment to admire them before turning back to him, slipping an arm through his.]
You are kind to think of that. Thankfully I do not have allergies to anything. Now, where are we going, caro?
[ he's gonna just need one more moment as he follows her inside. just. ok. no, now ok. FOR REAL SNAP OUT OF IT DUDE. ]
Oh! [ theeeere ya go. but-- uh oh. it's ramble time! ] Oh. You-- er, do you have flats? I mean, I have tennis shoes you could borrow but my feet are kinda...
[ here he'll just show you. they're clown feet. it's ridiculous. ]
It just might be hard to Putt-Putt in those épées you're wearing. Which are very nice, by the way.
Edited (OH MY GOD even i'm distracted by her this is legit a problem -- RAY GET INSIDE) 2016-08-17 05:52 (UTC)
[It's endearing how flustered he is, and almost without her needing to do anything. She's thinking about that, how to...to tone herself down somewhat, whether or not she wants to, when he speaks again and she blinks in surprise.]
Hard to...Putt-Putt.
[She looks down at her shoes—he would be surprised and possibly impressed to learn just how much she can do in these shoes—but then she laughs and squeezes his arm before shifting her grip to his shoulder, as if she needs the support to step out of the towering heels. In stocking feet, she's much shorter and somehow lighter, without the sense of presence that had rendered Ray almost speechless, now slipping silently across the floor to duck into her bedroom, and back out again in a pair of (still-expensive) flats.
[ when invited to look her over, ray gets a ... feeling.
no not that ki-- well other than that kind.
he feels that he's not the one doing the observing but it's fleeting. a thought that he has one moment and loses as she shifts and displays herself. maybe it's nothing, but he's never been of the mind that thinking on a thing is wasted effort. even if that thing leads nowhere, the thinking will reveal something.
and either way, ray isn't the type to forgo a challenge. he grins, teasing and yet self-deprecating all at once: ]
Sophia, I think you could go barefoot and find a way to make me feel underdressed.
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OMW now-- be about 30 minutes!
[ when he arrives almost exactly thirty minutes later, ray gives the bell a ring (or intercom?) before taking a step back from the door. were he not already a fidgety fellow, it might seem like he's nervous, which he totally is. of course, he looks a bit like a j crew catalog incarnate-- despite the heat, he sports a clean and pressed pair of khakis topped with a white button-up. the sleeves are rolled up above his elbows, and the top button is left undone to help combat the inescapable warmth of the day.
if nothing else, his plain wardrobe highlights the deeeeep pink asiatic lilies in the vase he's holding at his chest. ]
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This is new for her, a casual date with someone she genuinely likes. The late-night conversation with Eobard hadn't lessened her uncertainty, and she takes refuge in looking flawless: a cream dress patterned with abstract painted flowers, knee-length with sleeves to her elbows, hair swept up and away from her face in a pair of tortoiseshell combs, simple but towering cream stilettos. Light on eye makeup, dark red matte lipstick, she could be going for an afternoon cruise on a yacht.
She opens the door with a smile (after checking automatically to ensure it's him, some habits never die) and the pleased surprise is entirely genuine when she sees the flowers.]
Raymond, they are beautiful.
[The shoes give her at least six more inches in height, it's easy to lean forward and brush a careful kiss against his cheek when she comes forward to take them.]
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[ at the sight of her, and the sound of her voice, ray lets out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. his cheeks are already pink, but they warm at the kiss. despite the nerves, his hands are steady as he makes sure she's got a firm grasp of the vase before releasing the gift to her. ]
They're uh-- they're not fragrant? I wasn't sure if you have any allergies.
[ this is what comes out when ray's brain finds it's circuits once again. is he staring? ]
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She takes a moment to admire them before turning back to him, slipping an arm through his.]
You are kind to think of that. Thankfully I do not have allergies to anything. Now, where are we going, caro?
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Oh! [ theeeere ya go. but-- uh oh. it's ramble time! ] Oh. You-- er, do you have flats? I mean, I have tennis shoes you could borrow but my feet are kinda...
[ here he'll just show you. they're clown feet. it's ridiculous. ]
It just might be hard to Putt-Putt in those épées you're wearing. Which are very nice, by the way.
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Hard to...Putt-Putt.
[She looks down at her shoes—he would be surprised and possibly impressed to learn just how much she can do in these shoes—but then she laughs and squeezes his arm before shifting her grip to his shoulder, as if she needs the support to step out of the towering heels. In stocking feet, she's much shorter and somehow lighter, without the sense of presence that had rendered Ray almost speechless, now slipping silently across the floor to duck into her bedroom, and back out again in a pair of (still-expensive) flats.
She points a toe, shifting for his inspection.]
Do you approve? You are the expert, naturally.
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no not that ki-- well other than that kind.
he feels that he's not the one doing the observing but it's fleeting. a thought that he has one moment and loses as she shifts and displays herself. maybe it's nothing, but he's never been of the mind that thinking on a thing is wasted effort. even if that thing leads nowhere, the thinking will reveal something.
and either way, ray isn't the type to forgo a challenge. he grins, teasing and yet self-deprecating all at once: ]
Sophia, I think you could go barefoot and find a way to make me feel underdressed.