His eyes rolled, not at her or the question, but it did that when he talked about Marcus. "Number one, the leader. That handsome mug right back... uh, there." He said, leaning out a bit and pointing out the tinted doors. Across the street was a Sparrow Academy advertisement poster, with Marcus and his perfect dark skin and perfect hair and smile standing proudly in the red uniform suit.
He glanced back to her, and raised a brow, but... open and honest said. "Yeah, pretty much. Exactly that. You were just talking to a stranger in a club who threw out a real dumb joke about sneaking up on you. Not 'Oh my God! You're Number two, Ooo~'" And yes, he said it in a mocking teenage girl tone while waving a hand beside his face as if in mock excitement, though he kept it between the two of them, voice low. "Do you know how often that happens? I mean the getting to talk to someone part. Like a human." He snorted, nodding to her to walk with him to the art gallery.
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Date: 2022-08-08 06:21 am (UTC)He glanced back to her, and raised a brow, but... open and honest said. "Yeah, pretty much. Exactly that. You were just talking to a stranger in a club who threw out a real dumb joke about sneaking up on you. Not 'Oh my God! You're Number two, Ooo~'" And yes, he said it in a mocking teenage girl tone while waving a hand beside his face as if in mock excitement, though he kept it between the two of them, voice low. "Do you know how often that happens? I mean the getting to talk to someone part. Like a human." He snorted, nodding to her to walk with him to the art gallery.