She is utterly unaware of the internal struggle he was having, the constipation of the brain and repressed emotions threatening to reemerge with each second that passes between the two. He's a bit, well, awkward truthfully in her perceptionâ though not in a bad way, not necessarily. She's certainly met others that were worse, that could scarcely get a word out through trembling lips the moment they were sat before her in the flesh. Hell, she'd even had a couple of fainters.
No, this was a different sort of awkward, stammering and grunting his way through the conversation. It's certainly preferable to others, but soon it seemed his confidence came back, paired with a hooked smirk. She catches a flash of those sharp teeth, and something in her stomach twists uncomfortably for a split second, but it's gone just as quickly as it came.
She's dimly reminded of Raihan with his sharpened teeth when she sees Octavius'... Yet this man's seemed more wild, sharper somehow... Or perhaps it was the sheer number of elongated teeth that brought such a visceral reaction, riddling his mouth like jagged mountain tops.
"Ah, of course." She says as he excuses himself from the conversation, but she has to admit she is a bit pleased with herself. In fact, Scarlet can even feel her rivals eyes behind them burning into her back. It only heightens her appreciation for this encounter, she truly loved to get under Richard's skin just as much as he did her.
Ozzy slips from the conversation easily with a tip of the cigarette, like a gentleman might have a hat, and then he's off. As he slips into the crowd he would hear rapid, annoyed Kalosian from her rival, met with ringing laughter.
Hour passed, Scarlet retired to her cabin-like home on the outskirts of Turffield by the time her phone pings. The day had worn on her, makeup and fancy clothes shed for face masks and baths, to ultimately robes and wine. Everything after the autographs had been such a whirlwind, she almost entirely forgot about the handsome man from earlier. Perhaps she had simply assumed he wouldn't reach out, but she was certainly wrong on that front.
Her own rotom zips over, and she takes the phone with a gentle word of thanks, watching as it flies off to occupy a new electronic. Plush lips meet the glass as she sips the red wine, eyes flickeing over the message. It was simple, direct as well. She had to admit, the manor of texting is not what she had ever expected from the man she had met, specifically the exclamation points and smiley face. He had smiled a total of one time, at receiving her number, otherwise he had been cold and stoney.
Just to be sure, she would have to make sure she was talking to him truly. What a shame if he had pawned the autograph and her number was out there... Number changes came on a regular due to overreaching fans, she would hate to have to change it all againâ and Richie would surely never allow her to live it down.
The message is sent with a wooshing noise, and she purses her lips. She would have to ask for proof, sooner rather than later, and so she simply bites the bullet. She's sure he would understand the sentiment behind her checking, and, she imagines he would want confirmation just as much as she.
I hope this doesn't come off as rude (or weird) but can you send me a selfie just so I know it's you? You wouldn't believe the number of weirdos that get their hands on my number lol
Sent. Once she's sure, she will feel far more comfortable responding. Plus, he was good looking, so why not get an opportunity to see how photogenic he was?