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((Here is a nice basic layout of some of the outfits that Spice usually wears. I included her underwear to give you an idea of what her shape and muscle tone looks like underneath... also it's sexy, sue me. She's a very combat focused type of girl who prefers comfortable clothing. She goes for outfits that are not too tight and are easy to move around in.))
Rocker & Spice || Across Space
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Spice smiled back at him while he studied her. She felt like she recognized him from somewhere, but couldn’t put her finger on it. Was it that poster she passed on the way here? Maybe.
She was surprised when he offered her his lap. Such a bold move. Most men she spoke to would shy away from her.
Spice smirked at him and, instead, sat right next to him and nudged him over with her leg, playfully.
“You, know… you look familiar. I think I saw you on a poster or something”.
Spice raised an eyebrow as she studied him. “A handsome man such as yourself shouldn’t be hiding behind that getup”.
“I’m Spice, by the way… and you are?”
Rocker grinned as she sat next to him, not bothering to move his elbow, he had zero concept of personal space. When nudged he moved only a fraction, making up for it by extending his arm along the seat behind her instead. “Oh you may have..” he commented, looking out from over his sunglasses at her with a wink “there’s a few posters of me around.” He’d given a recent concert on the planet the transport had just left, as such the flyers and posters were abundant, it had been quite the affair on the small world for someone of his fame to play there.
“Handsome am I?” He nearly growled “Such things you say, they’ll go right to my head..” he smirked up his scarred lips and sat up. Lowering his hood and removing his glasses, he folded them with a flick of his wrist and hung them from the ring on his leather collar. One hand smoothed back his sleek dark blue hair as he gave the other passengers a quick once over to see if anyone had noticed, relaxing back into his seat when he was sure no one had.
“Mmmm Spicy, how fitting..” he modified, wiggling his brow as his eyes roamed her face, purposely lingering on her mouth before traveling down her neck and back up to meet her gaze. “I’m Rick..” he offered, unusually modest, he didn’t even bow. “Rick Sanchez.. I’d tell you my dimension number, but then I’d have to kill you.” He chuckled, letting his hand fall to the hilt of the machete strapped to his leg “I’m on my way to the Tristiran System..” he gestured the inside of the cabin “what brings you on such a vile, unpleasant little space transport like this?”
((Spice showing off again :P))
((Practicing head angles and Spice emotions :P))
Hello there, handsome ;)
The musician had thought no one recognized him when he’d gotten on this transport with his hood pulled up and aviator sunglasses on. Looking up from his phone he gave the girl a look over, smirking as he took in her pleasing shape and uniquely colored skin. Judging from the lack of sign-able objects in her hands he assumed she wasn’t some fan looking for an autograph.
“Hello yourself gorgeous..” he cooed, leaning an elbow on the back of the seat next to him, giving her a cocky grin. “This seat’s not taken..” he offered, uncrossing his legs and moving his other hand, presenting his lap to her.
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