Excuse you. Only kind of cute? He's damned cute and he knows it. Green hair, young face, wicked smirk and a tongue barbell. How much cuter can you get? But in all seriousness, damn was she fun. there was nothing timid about her, and that was such a turn on to him. Too many people were shy and timid and that could be fun, but not his favorite.
he could feel her push him back, but not away. Just, leading him back else where. His bed? He smirked at that. She has no idea how few people have been IN his bed. That it's super rare to take anyone home. The thought of having his own bed to be in was kind of a new one or him.
Getting that first black button up off, arms back, trying to work it off his shoulders he hummed a pleased town. "Behind the screen back here." He rumbled. His room was large. There was very little to it though. His weapons he had to train with and respected just well enough to keep well clean but not train with as much as he should. There was a shelf with books, and a small tower of manga leaned against it. He had clothing here and there, because he's a lazy shit too. And a zigzagging screen blocking a permanent thick futon bed, the sheets in dark green with orange, completely unmade and very lived in. Clean but... it was clear he was too busy to be a neat boy.
He did start to walk backwards with her though, pulling at his tank top, yanking it off over his head. Where Hanzo had the starts of his dragon tattoos down his arm, he had the start and framework of his own over his back and shoulders. Mostly hidden from her as he walked backwards, his hands having fallen to her sweater dress, fingers looped around it and tugging, but leaving it on her, just leading her back.
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he could feel her push him back, but not away. Just, leading him back else where. His bed? He smirked at that. She has no idea how few people have been IN his bed. That it's super rare to take anyone home. The thought of having his own bed to be in was kind of a new one or him.
Getting that first black button up off, arms back, trying to work it off his shoulders he hummed a pleased town. "Behind the screen back here." He rumbled. His room was large. There was very little to it though. His weapons he had to train with and respected just well enough to keep well clean but not train with as much as he should. There was a shelf with books, and a small tower of manga leaned against it. He had clothing here and there, because he's a lazy shit too. And a zigzagging screen blocking a permanent thick futon bed, the sheets in dark green with orange, completely unmade and very lived in. Clean but... it was clear he was too busy to be a neat boy.
He did start to walk backwards with her though, pulling at his tank top, yanking it off over his head. Where Hanzo had the starts of his dragon tattoos down his arm, he had the start and framework of his own over his back and shoulders. Mostly hidden from her as he walked backwards, his hands having fallen to her sweater dress, fingers looped around it and tugging, but leaving it on her, just leading her back.