“No, it’s fine…I’m sorry, I don’t really have a stage between sharp clothes and extra casual…”
He smiled confidently, releasing her from the hug, but still holding her hand.
“If anything, you’re better dressed for the occasion, but you’ll see…ready to go?”
Well, literally no one ever told him, including his former Exes.
It was never something they particularly noted. Handsome occasionally, yes...but beautiful?
He held her hips as he embraced her, kissing her back, enjoying their moment...him keeping them hidden, her keeping them warm.
"Yeah...but outside, you have to deal with all those pesky laws and the like. When sometimes, all you want is to go out and have fun, be free...have a bit of an inside joke..."
"Nah. Though I can make it, that your neighbors can't see you. If you want to move like that through the building..."
"Nice look!"
"Well, guess I have to stay close then...", he said, smiling, before leaning in to kiss her cheek.
Then he started to take off his shirt, working to match her amount of clothing, as promised.
to offer a first hug…
He smiled, as he saw her. Yes, he said that…and he had spent more time than he wanted deliberating between following his own advice or dressing nicely. He felt dressing too casual might have sent the wrong message from him, but…
“You look wonderful”, he said, as he stepped closer, opening his arms
onlookers...he seemed nervous. At least a bit. Unsure, if she would come after all...not even just because of him, but...because she had problems with her nerves in general. He would not blame her for ditching at the last minute...though it certainly would hurt him nonetheless...
Quentin Quire, his pink mohawk combed to the side, wearing an all-white suit with a purple necktie, crossing his arms
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7 o'clock, on the dot.
He actually made the effort to wear a suit. Well...perhaps he wanted to appear as white and pure as possible. Maybe to hide the red flags. Though it certainly created other ones. Though there was something else for the unassuming
He smiled, appreciating her beauty, while keeping the illusion around them in place. Then he started by taking off his jacket.
"If I'm starting to get cold, can you move closer to warm me?"
"...oh, this is hard...I mean, I'm keeping the fun stuff to myself...plus, I don't really feel regret for anything...I could point out, how I always need to point out minor flaws. like the typo in the text of this meme..."
"You look like you're about to pull a giant hammer out of pocket space and jump around on cloud platforms..."
"I guess...I certainly don't try to be a bully anymore...at least not to people who don't deserve it..."
He smirked, and then looked at her.
"I don't have a problem with you. But if someone wants to hurt you in any way, they will have a problem with me..."
"What? You had cooties, I'm giving you the official remedy to it!"
could have not said anything about his behavior, but...
...he didn't want to lie.
"People always find reasons to have problems. I know it. I..."
He hesitated for a moment...and then sighed: "I guess...I was on both sides of the fence...being bullied wasn't a nice feeling, so...I did it myself. I mean, I tried at least. Kinda tried...a lot..."
He looked to the side. Sure, he
//1 was tempting, but knowing Quentin...
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"Psychic Noogie!"
"Completely. It's your pace on everything. And if anyone has a problem with it, just point me in their general direction, and they will regret it..."
He smirked a bit and nodded.
"It's your decision in the end, but if you remain this cute, it won't stay for a lack of offers..."
"...I'm still assuming you know, what the text on the shirt means..."
"Well, it might suit you...at least for a while..."
“So I guess it’s a type…and people somehow agreed a leader has to be like that. Guess that explains a lot in the world…”
He sighed and shrugged dramatically.
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Quentin looked down at Gon, raising an eyebrow: "Erm...who let the video game character out? Wait, is this Moyo again?"
"Imagine your typical boyscout, remove any remaining sense of humor, stick a rod up their behind all the way up and give them a lazerbeam, and you have a Scott. And somehow, people think he's a born leader that way."
"I kinda think clothes are overrated, if it's warm enough...but people complain..."
He smirked and leaned in: "I'll match your lack of clothes..."
well."
He leans in: "If you want...you can wear a lot less, and no one would notice...but me, of course..."
He smirked, though he blushed a bit as well.
"Don't I know it...I mean, my reputation is obviously screwed anyway, but that of mutants gets wrecked every week anew, despite everything we did for the world..."
He puts an arm around her: "Though my powers certainly help protecting reputation as
"There already are artistic drawings of it...but sure..."
I snipped my fingers, and the attention seems to go down.
"There...nobody but us sees you pants-less now...thought about blowing out every camera, but...I guess that would be excessive..."
He sighed.
"...should'a done it..."
"I'm pretty sure you can..."
