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BanaBatGirl · 06-21-2020, 05:28 AM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

She rolled her eyes at his suggestion. "As if I carry around a pair of old man spectacles with me everywhere I go." And they were. He really needed assistance in finding frames that suited his face better. Maybe David Truebridge would take direction better than the pompous possum sitting over there with whoever that girl was. Bleh. Couples. So that meant that Samuel had went and got BORING too. The worst of the bunch had to be Corbin, however. Married and with children now. Disgusting.

Proof of the point, however, was in how he easily and obediently got down on his knee and took her foot to slip into her stiletto. Yes, very good. "Ew..." That was not directed at him as much as it was the situation. "You choose to be their third wheel?" Self deprecating behavior was SO unattractive. As was the thought of living with anyone for that matter, says the model who had just been married for a year or two but whatever. There was a reason, or a cornucopia, as to why that marriage had not worked out. The laugh was...interesting. But anyway. Enough about THOSE two over there and whatever.

Her dark chestnut eyes were back on David and giving him a look up and down once more. Not entirely junk shop pseudo chic but she could easily make him more presentable depending. "If you want your glasses back you're going to have to come back to my place. I've been renting a penthouse in London since the show and while I take care of a few things." Otherwise he would have to come all the way to Paris for them because she would certainly not be fetching them like some labrador or playing delivery like an owl. "And we can discuss that drink while there as well."

Old... old man spectacles?! David was a little bit offended by this judgy assessment of his specs. "They were brand-new," he protested lamely. He nearly tacked on, and my mum helped me pick them out, but he really, really knew better than to bring her up by now. She'd said they were lovely, that they looked like a pair his father had, that they made him look distinguished, and he'd believed her. People who knew things about fashion said she knew things about fashion, so why wouldn't he trust his mummy's taste? Then again, both of his parents were nearing old-man age, so...

He tried not to pout that Sachiko might have been right about the glasses.

"It's a complicated story," he bristled. This and the ew made him mentally steel himself for what she would say next. Perhaps his initial impression of Sachiko being a tornado was incorrect; she was definitely more of a typhoon, yes. Always raining on his parade (though thus far, the parade only included specs and flatmates). But now he was being subjected to an x-ray LOOK, which just made his internal monologue kick into overdrive. As mentally strong as he thought he was, "...." was his first response to her. David was too busy squinting and thinking about this proposition to say anything. This was...~~a trap!!!~~ SOMETHING. Merlin, she was bossy, wasn't she?

He let out a tiny huff through his nose after a moment spent internally arguing and considering things. "Fine then. I'll come to your place for a drink." He almost rotated his hips to trot off to tell Genny about this new development but caught himself in the nick of time, instead just awkwardly jerking one shoulder and long arm thataway, as though he were pointing at them. "Errr," he remembered that he was annoyed by Gammy, see? They'd been arguing when he'd run into them, and then flirting and it was all just... rubbish to watch.

"Yeah, let's go, then." No time for goodbyes. David tried to turn his awkward noodle arm into a wave adios for Sam and Genny, obviously unable to tell if they saw it or not at this distance. Well, he knew where they lived. It wasn't like Sachiko was kidnapping him, ha ha ha.

.....was she?

06-21-2020, 05:28 AM	#85 (permalink)
BanaBatGirl Banshee Join Date: May 2007 Location: Gotham Posts: 51,213 Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Gryffindor Hogwarts RPG Name: Zara H. Bunbury-Foster Slytherin Fifth Year	this is a quintessential david post xD Professor Pink \| Mrs. Bruce Wayne \| I'm on a Goat \| Glitterpuff \| Dumbledore's Defense Squad \| BHB Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie She rolled her eyes at his suggestion. "As if I carry around a pair of old man spectacles with me everywhere I go." And they were. He really needed assistance in finding frames that suited his face better. Maybe David Truebridge would take direction better than the pompous possum sitting over there with whoever that girl was. Bleh. Couples. So that meant that Samuel had went and got BORING too. The worst of the bunch had to be Corbin, however. Married and with children now. Disgusting. Proof of the point, however, was in how he easily and obediently got down on his knee and took her foot to slip into her stiletto. Yes, very good. "Ew..." That was not directed at him as much as it was the situation. "You choose to be their third wheel?" Self deprecating behavior was SO unattractive. As was the thought of living with anyone for that matter, says the model who had just been married for a year or two but whatever. There was a reason, or a cornucopia, as to why that marriage had not worked out. The laugh was...interesting. But anyway. Enough about THOSE two over there and whatever. Her dark chestnut eyes were back on David and giving him a look up and down once more. Not entirely junk shop pseudo chic but she could easily make him more presentable depending. "If you want your glasses back you're going to have to come back to my place. I've been renting a penthouse in London since the show and while I take care of a few things." Otherwise he would have to come all the way to Paris for them because she would certainly not be fetching them like some labrador or playing delivery like an owl. "And we can discuss that drink while there as well." Old... old man spectacles?! David was a little bit offended by this judgy assessment of his specs. "They were brand-new," he protested lamely. He nearly tacked on, and my mum helped me pick them out, but he really, really knew better than to bring her up by now. She'd said they were lovely, that they looked like a pair his father had, that they made him look distinguished, and he'd believed her. People who knew things about fashion said she knew things about fashion, so why wouldn't he trust his mummy's taste? Then again, both of his parents were nearing old-man age, so... He tried not to pout that Sachiko might have been right about the glasses. "It's a complicated story," he bristled. This and the ew made him mentally steel himself for what she would say next. Perhaps his initial impression of Sachiko being a tornado was incorrect; she was definitely more of a typhoon, yes. Always raining on his parade (though thus far, the parade only included specs and flatmates). But now he was being subjected to an x-ray LOOK, which just made his internal monologue kick into overdrive. As mentally strong as he thought he was, "...." was his first response to her. David was too busy squinting and thinking about this proposition to say anything. This was...~~a trap!!!~~ SOMETHING. Merlin, she was bossy, wasn't she? He let out a tiny huff through his nose after a moment spent internally arguing and considering things. "Fine then. I'll come to your place for a drink." He almost rotated his hips to trot off to tell Genny about this new development but caught himself in the nick of time, instead just awkwardly jerking one shoulder and long arm thataway, as though he were pointing at them. "Errr," he remembered that he was annoyed by Gammy, see? They'd been arguing when he'd run into them, and then flirting and it was all just... rubbish to watch. "Yeah, let's go, then." No time for goodbyes. David tried to turn his awkward noodle arm into a wave adios for Sam and Genny, obviously unable to tell if they saw it or not at this distance. Well, he knew where they lived. It wasn't like Sachiko was kidnapping him, ha ha ha. .....was she? __________________ yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind