dawn_is_breaking | RP with Ben Hargreeves

RP with Ben Hargreeves

Thankfully for Ben and Dawn when Sunday rolls around there are no emergencies or crimes that need to be dealt with, which means they are free to meet up for their planned date to the art gallery.

Dawn arrives at 2pm out near the front doors, wearing a pretty white summer dress, it's a far more casual and comfortable outfit than what she was wearing at the club and is more true to her real style. Dawn is always big on comfort, usually living in big knit sweaters and tights. But this is a date, so she dressed up a little bit and when she sees Ben she smiles and walks straight towards him.

"Hi."

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She huh? He takes the intel, but it doesn't really surprise him. She has that open energy to her at least. But he wanders a bit, eyeing the art about as much as he kept looking over at her to pay attention.

"Potoroids are fun, when you have people to take pictures of." One of his siblings used to snap pictures of them all the time, when they were much younger. Now? Not so much. Not ever, really. Most of their pictures now are publicity photos rather then family memories. "They hold up well in forgotten shoe boxes hidden under beds."

[Gosh, no, I'm just the idiot who wrote the post, wandered off, forgot to hit send, then sat here for days wondering if YOU were busy with life and work and stuff.]

She's glad he doesn't respond like most men do when she drops hints that she's been with women as well as men, a lot of guys call attention to it and immediately start asking her about details.

"Is that where you would keep them? In a shoe box?" She teases and then pulls him gently over to a painting so she can get a closer look at it.

"The colors on this one are lovely."

[ooc: Aw you're not an idiot :) I will mention that I'm going to be slow with tags starting this evening till Sunday morning though, it's my boyfriends birthday.]

Why make a fuss? He's just interested in knowing more about her, which that there in itself is strange for him. But no, he's slept with both guys and gals, so, he can't really make comment. Early on, PR was a nightmare when someone thought they caught him with a guy, but since then it's not been a big deal. He wouldn't lie and say he didn't think it was hot to think of her with another? But he also thinks she would be hot tangled up with anyone? Preferably him... but oddly enough that thought has only been a passing one once in a while.

"Used to. Not under the bed though." And now he's not sure where that old box went, or if he had it anymore or not. Not at all remembering it got shoved into the bottom drawer of his dresser.

The painting though, he looked it over, eyeing it up and down. "It's kind of calming. It's really simple some how, but complex."

[ooc: Nice! And no worries. I'll tag into forever, and Birthdays are important. Have a blast!]

She nods and gently leans her head on his shoulder, she's a small woman, ballerina sized most would say, which means Ben is a couple of inches taller than her naturally.

"I love how they've done the lily pads, not so much with individual ones but long brush strokes that sort of suggest a group of them."

As they continue walking she glances at him, "So do you and your siblings all live in one house together?"

[ooc: Heh, I'm the same way :) And yeah, it should be fun. I need to pick up his fancy cake in about 3 hours.]

"I wish I was good enough to do that." He mused more to himself, looking over the image, before moving on with her. At her question, he snorted, his lips curling in a small smile.

"You really are from out of town, huh?" It was not said in a bad way, just a bit amused is all. "We do. The Hargreeve's mansion, basically. More like Sparrow Headquarters. We each have a small room in the house." He frowned, looking at something else on another wall, darker looking. "I suppose it sounds a bit pathetic, to some, but it's a team thing now. We all stay because of work, really."

[ooc: damn man, cake sounds wonderful right now...]

It doesn't sound pathetic to her, it's almost the exact same situation she was in when she was with the Titans. Living in the Tower and each of them having their own rooms, sometimes it was annoying what with being in each other's space so often but other times it helped make them all feel like they were part of a family.

"It doesn't sound pathetic, it makes sense. You're a team and a family." She says, but then gives him a playful smile. "But what happens when one of you has company over? Are the walls thick or do you all hear it?"

He mostly just ... has nothing else. He clings to this mostly for the fact it' all he has. They all annoy him, Marcus especially, but they are his team and family. He might be really bad at showing it, if he lost any of them, but he's, at this point, sure they wont lose anyone else. So it's fine. Just privacy would be nice once in a while.

"It makes being a team easier, I suppose." He agreed, then snorted. "Thin, of course. Well, not too thin, but if someone were loud enough or the bed springy enough, it'll be known. Not that that has stopped ... anyone." He snorts. "Not that it happens that often either." Truth is, they don't bring many people home, like at all, but once in a while someone would sneak someone in, and everyone would know and pretend not to. still, he chuckled. "Sometimes it's easier to just find a hotel."

Dawn chuckles with him and gives his arm a little squeeze, "Or hope that whoever you're with has their own place."

She pauses and then adds, "Which I do."

It's not an invitation nor is it a promise of anything to come but she likes Ben. He's got a dry sense of humor that reminds her of being back home, plus he's incredibly attractive so if this date goes well then who knows what could happen later. There's no harm in mentioning it and she's curious how he'll take it.

That did make him smile, glancing over to her. She wont give him her number, but she teases things like that? Amusing.

"Yes, well, there is that. Perhaps someday I'll see it." He said easily, giving her a small smirk, then a tug towards another galley room. Last they were here there used to be photography in this side wing, so he's hopeful it's the same now.

"Perhaps I'll even manage to get your phone number, before the day is done." He teased instead. For some reason such a simple thing would make him happy. That was not at all normal for him and these kinds of things.

"Perhaps you will." She teases back and when he leads them into the side wing, which does indeed have a large photography installation, her eyes light up and she tugs on his arm for him to follow her over to a series of black and white photos.

"Ohhh look! They've got work by Howard Schatz!" She says and eagerly, "He uses a lot of dancers in his work and it's always so breathtaking to see how he captures their bodies."

He just smiled a bit at the perhaps, and wasn't going to push it. For now, a date to watch art, and some convo oddly sat well with him. If this ended as badly as most, it would be well spent at least.

When she cooed over a name he didn't recognize, he took in the works before them, eyeing the feet carefully, wondering how one bent their toes like that. "That's one way to cross mediums. Dancers and photographs." He said, eyeing the last one there carefully as well. "Would you pose for something like this, if he asked?" Curiously. He smirked, head tilting. "I feel like you might have that kind of form that would photograph well." It's not like he's really checked her out too hard either, but she had been a dancer, and she put that guy on his ass the other night. He could see her being as nimble as some of these images.

She giggles and gives him a coy smile, "Are you implying that you've looked at my form, Ben?"

"Yes, I'd be happy to pose for someone's artwork like that. So long as they were actually in it for the art and not just the nudity. My photographer friend says that there are a lot of 'guys with cameras' out there who try and take advantage of models who are willing to pose nude." She explains and then wrinkles her nose, "Which is a shame because they ruin it for anyone who is interested in that style of photography."

"Hey, I watched you flip a rich boy the other day, and that speaks volumes. I feel like I'm allowed to admire that in itself." He points out, smirking at her, but then glancing back to the photograph.

He hummed faintly, frowning a bit. He can see the appeal to working with nude models, of course, but it's assholes like that do indeed give it a bad name. "I've got a feeling, if anyone tried to take advantage of you like that, you'd break their arm first and make sure they'd never be able to snap a picture let along hold their dick." He glanced to her again, brow raised. "Thought I could be wrong."

Dawn tilts her head back and laughs, probably louder than she should in a gallery but luckily her and Ben are the only ones in this area at the moment.

"No, you're not wrong at all actually." She admits and starts to lead him over to another photography display. "But between that and your admiration of me flipping the rich kid, I take it you don't mind being with a strong woman?"

Well, he got her to laugh, and that was nice. He glanced to her, smirking but raised brow.

"Ah, well... that's complicated, really. If we were in competition I'd hate it. But seeing as how I don't feel like I need to be better then you? Yeah, not a problem. A strong woman is, well... hot." He shrugged. He so had a issue with not being the best... with his siblings. He hated it any time one of them got the better of him some how. But that was different. So much different.

"Hrmmm. Interesting." She muses, "So what if we were to spar against one another? Would you get competitive or would you just get a boner and let me pin you down?"

He raised a brow at that, then... smirked, leaning in a bit to stage whisper. "Who says I wouldn't get both?" He grinned, then drew back a bit to shrug. "If we're going to spar, I'm going to make you work to pin me, but if you manage it, I'm sure as hell not going to be upset about it." THAT would be fun. That was not trying to be number one of the team again. Completely different. Also, damn, that sounds like fun.

She giggles and gives his arm a squeeze, a little tingle going down her spine when he whispers in her ear like that.

"I like a man who isn't afraid to challenge me." She teases back, grinning at him because she's thinking the same thing he is. It sounds really fun trying to spar against one another.

"What types of fighting do you know?"

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