I don't think it would take much effort to analyze it—to find the meaning behind it all, especially if you factor the roses on our person. [ ...well. ] For some of us anyway; there are a good number of us who have some variation of red.
[ man, he really can't enjoy a nice conversation with a beautiful woman, can he? at least he doesn't feel like he has to have one foot already out of the door as it's just the two of them here. (just gotta make sure the path is clear.) ]
Shy? No one's ever called me shy before but—I suppose I'm not used to having so many eyes on me. I'm the kind of guy who stays in the back, you know?
I was like that as a girl. The littlest, and I preferred to keep to my work.
[So, if she were to describe herself back then, it'd probably be: shy.
Poor(?) Lavi, though, because with another twist of her parasol, she crosses the part of the garden between them, unperturbed by the wet ground, to lean and look a little closer. How is he healing? ]
Red's a striking color. I like it, too. [As ridiculous as that might sound coming from someone who's all blues and purples like a lightly luminescent creature floating in the darkest pits of the sea.]
[ before he could even think to respond with his thoughts about what her being shy, she does that parasol twirl and walks towards him. look, he had seen her up close but that was when he was injured and head a mess.
arguably, he's in a better mindset now with the ability to make sound(er) decisions. unfortunately, the truth is really is the two sides of him going "pretty lady. hello, pretty lady" and "make sure the exit doesn't disappear on him". ]
You can call me Lavi. [ OR ANYTHING. HE'D RESPOND TO IT. ] But a fan of red, huh? Any particular red you like the best?
[ and as for his injury, of course, it's healing as expected. there's nice fresh bandage on it and will appear to be properly dressed. someone who had a lot of practice fixed him up. ]
me checking profiles to see if he'll be getting the boobs overhead treatment: HE'S 6'1"????????
[Maybe it's intentional that she moves forward so soon after speaking, not leaving the gap for him to think more of what she was like as a girl. Seeing that the wound looks clean, at least her curiosity seems fed now. She gives him a sweeping gesture of greeting, fingers pinching out her pencil skirt as far as it will go.]
My name is Cantarella. I imagine you knew that already, at least in passing. [They both have access to the graveyard.] I don't often get to introduce myself face-to-face
And... I'm partial to cherries. [As if looking for the flavor on her lip, the tip of her tongue touches it.] They do not lose all their flavor when soaked in liquid and are both sweet and bitter.
[ in response to her gesture, he'll instinctively respond in kind with a little bow. he does take time to put the face to the name properly, at least. ]
Is that because of your preferences or due to some other outstanding reason?
[ though lavi is not god's strongest soldier and, for a moment, he can imagine exactly the borderline nsfw content of her and a cherry. the more logical side of his brain chiding the opposing side. this is how he gets himself into trouble.
"there are two wolves inside of me" - lavi in this entire thread. ]
Cherries are pretty great at doing that; that's probably why they're in so many things. You know, oranges also manage to hang onto their taste whatever you use them in.
I DON'T KNOW?? CLOSER TO HER HEIGHT?? NOT A LANKY BIG BOY
[Lavi's seen her character trailer, we see. HE'S FALLEN FOR THE BAIT--
He can catch the little flicker of her eyebrows in response to his endorsement of oranges as flavor sponges. So that's what he likes? the interested movement of her brow seems to ask and commit to memory.]
I've been traveling for a while, so it came to be that people in my home country don't recognize me. To my chagrin, I found that rumors of my reclusiveness have already spread.
[Her fingers rest, feather-light, on her cheek, at this troubling information. Well... In a way, that's still a reputation for being shy, isn't it, even if it isn't true?]
[ LAVI IS A HEALTHY GROWING BOY. what more can you want from him... but he'll get over himself quick enough and be interested in these travels. ]
Of all rumors that could be spread, being a recluse isn't the worse of them.
[ unless there was more to it than simply that. ]
What kind of travels have you been on? The epic journey of self-realization?
[ his last question is somewhat of a joke. look, as much as he could judge her for her looks, it doesn't that he will. a woman like her could probably get away with a lot while doing very little. in as many ways as that could be taken. ]
allen's not like 5'2??? why did i think everyone in dgm was so short.......
[So...it's the principle of the thing, he must see. She sounds very blase about rumors and her reputation, speaking about them like she's glossing a very smooth surface.]
No, I believe I accepted who I am quite a long time ago. I needed help and sought it from others.
[Her smile creeps, deep and resonant, up her face.] So you see, I do know how to ask. Perhaps better than you.
[ why does he feel like he needs to be careful with how he approaches his answers in the very, very near future if he wishes to come out of this in one piece (lmao). ]
T, that's great to hear. There's nothing better than a woman that's confident in who she is.
[ as for the not-so-obvious jab: ]
What if I said that's because of the lifestyle that I've lived? I was taught to be very independent, you know!
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I don't think it would take much effort to analyze it—to find the meaning behind it all, especially if you factor the roses on our person. [ ...well. ] For some of us anyway; there are a good number of us who have some variation of red.
[ man, he really can't enjoy a nice conversation with a beautiful woman, can he? at least he doesn't feel like he has to have one foot already out of the door as it's just the two of them here. (just gotta make sure the path is clear.) ]
Shy? No one's ever called me shy before but—I suppose I'm not used to having so many eyes on me. I'm the kind of guy who stays in the back, you know?
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[So, if she were to describe herself back then, it'd probably be: shy.
Poor(?) Lavi, though, because with another twist of her parasol, she crosses the part of the garden between them, unperturbed by the wet ground, to lean and look a little closer. How is he healing? ]
Red's a striking color. I like it, too. [As ridiculous as that might sound coming from someone who's all blues and purples like a lightly luminescent creature floating in the darkest pits of the sea.]
I didn't catch your name in your hurry.
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arguably, he's in a better mindset now with the ability to make sound(er) decisions. unfortunately, the truth is really is the two sides of him going "pretty lady. hello, pretty lady" and "make sure the exit doesn't disappear on him". ]
You can call me Lavi. [ OR ANYTHING. HE'D RESPOND TO IT. ] But a fan of red, huh? Any particular red you like the best?
[ and as for his injury, of course, it's healing as expected. there's nice fresh bandage on it and will appear to be properly dressed. someone who had a lot of practice fixed him up. ]
me checking profiles to see if he'll be getting the boobs overhead treatment: HE'S 6'1"????????
My name is Cantarella. I imagine you knew that already, at least in passing. [They both have access to the graveyard.] I don't often get to introduce myself face-to-face
And... I'm partial to cherries. [As if looking for the flavor on her lip, the tip of her tongue touches it.] They do not lose all their flavor when soaked in liquid and are both sweet and bitter.
LDFKGKJ HOW SHORT DID YOU THINK HE WAS!?
Is that because of your preferences or due to some other outstanding reason?
[ though lavi is not god's strongest soldier and, for a moment, he can imagine exactly the borderline nsfw content of her and a cherry. the more logical side of his brain chiding the opposing side. this is how he gets himself into trouble.
"there are two wolves inside of me" - lavi in this entire thread. ]
Cherries are pretty great at doing that; that's probably why they're in so many things. You know, oranges also manage to hang onto their taste whatever you use them in.
I DON'T KNOW?? CLOSER TO HER HEIGHT?? NOT A LANKY BIG BOY
He can catch the little flicker of her eyebrows in response to his endorsement of oranges as flavor sponges. So that's what he likes? the interested movement of her brow seems to ask and commit to memory.]
I've been traveling for a while, so it came to be that people in my home country don't recognize me. To my chagrin, I found that rumors of my reclusiveness have already spread.
[Her fingers rest, feather-light, on her cheek, at this troubling information. Well... In a way, that's still a reputation for being shy, isn't it, even if it isn't true?]
d'fl;kgl;kdf that'd be allen actually.
Of all rumors that could be spread, being a recluse isn't the worse of them.
[ unless there was more to it than simply that. ]
What kind of travels have you been on? The epic journey of self-realization?
[ his last question is somewhat of a joke. look, as much as he could judge her for her looks, it doesn't that he will. a woman like her could probably get away with a lot while doing very little. in as many ways as that could be taken. ]
allen's not like 5'2??? why did i think everyone in dgm was so short.......
[So...it's the principle of the thing, he must see. She sounds very blase about rumors and her reputation, speaking about them like she's glossing a very smooth surface.]
No, I believe I accepted who I am quite a long time ago. I needed help and sought it from others.
[Her smile creeps, deep and resonant, up her face.] So you see, I do know how to ask. Perhaps better than you.
allen's current height is 174 cm (5'8½") :')
T, that's great to hear. There's nothing better than a woman that's confident in who she is.
[ as for the not-so-obvious jab: ]
What if I said that's because of the lifestyle that I've lived? I was taught to be very independent, you know!