❝ Lance’s the name, alright. ❞
A confusion burrows in his thoughts, & yet questions would lead to a mask of STUPIDITY & he must keep up ‘appearances’. He speaks not the inquiries that permeate his mind, instead tossing forth a charade of his expected character. To keep up with expectations, to never let anyone down, he works hard to preserve these qualities.
❝ How about we start off with how you’re looking – ❞
THERE IS A PAUSE, SILENCE lingering for a brevity as she takes a moment to process his response ----- flirtatious, that she knew, but there is a time and a place... He truly is a child, something that is put more and more into perspective the more she speaks with those around her. Cute, in a sense, and she allows something of a smile to grace visage though there is a sadness to it.
❛ I wouldn’t know that either ----- given that I am BLIND. ❜ A reminder, a gentle nudge; her query was not meant to be the sort of banter he seems to hope for & she has no intention of allowing it to become such. ❛ If you don’t tell me I’ll merely make something up... It may not be flattering. ❜
