So, what, in the future just ask you to make everything all easy-peasy and you'll just shrug it off and say it's cool?
[ She transmits an image; brunette with a ponytail, dark blue clothing, zipped up to the neck. Pale. She has that kind of look about her where you might settle on her being in her thirties but then question if that's right, the faint wrinkles under her eyes are only really visible once you're up close and personal. She'd say there's nothing special about her, but her appearance doesn't exactly blur in the background in a crowd whether it's her body shape or facial features. ]
[ Unlike some people ( IM LOOKING AT YOU SEIFER ), Squall doesn't like having a handicap, or cheating his way to victory. He'd rather have an even playing field. So a few minutes later, she gets an image in return. A young face with dark hair and sharp stormy eyes. There was a scar on his forehead starting from the right and going down toward his nose. ]
[ She's not quite sure how she expected him to look, but she had expected him to be a little younger than her. Late teens, early twenties... he has a pretty deep voice but she wonders how much of that is volume and cadence? Hm. The color of his eyes, though, from a distance like this seems pretty similar to her own -- that kind of icy grey-blue that pierces sharp.
She doesn't stare at the scar but she does take note of it. She didn't think he was joking about his skill, but this confirms that he does manage to get into fights. That kind of sharp, clean scar with that much depth doesn't come from a cat scratch. ]
Just remember that if I don't, it's on you. I hope you can live with that.
[ She tries to sound stony and serious about it, but the absurdness of it all cracks through and into her voice, an almost-laugh slipping in with ease. ]
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innermonologues) wrote2017-02-14 09:17 am
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[ She transmits an image; brunette with a ponytail, dark blue clothing, zipped up to the neck. Pale. She has that kind of look about her where you might settle on her being in her thirties but then question if that's right, the faint wrinkles under her eyes are only really visible once you're up close and personal. She'd say there's nothing special about her, but her appearance doesn't exactly blur in the background in a crowd whether it's her body shape or facial features. ]
Now you know who to look out for.
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[ Unlike some people ( IM LOOKING AT YOU SEIFER ), Squall doesn't like having a handicap, or cheating his way to victory. He'd rather have an even playing field. So a few minutes later, she gets an image in return. A young face with dark hair and sharp stormy eyes. There was a scar on his forehead starting from the right and going down toward his nose. ]
Now we're even.
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She doesn't stare at the scar but she does take note of it. She didn't think he was joking about his skill, but this confirms that he does manage to get into fights. That kind of sharp, clean scar with that much depth doesn't come from a cat scratch. ]
I didn't know the playing field was lopsided.
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[ As bad as the joke was, it's even worse that she's laughing at it herself. ]
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Wow, that was bad.
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[ Just mentally hang up on her, it's only going to get more embarrassing. ]
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[ She tries to sound stony and serious about it, but the absurdness of it all cracks through and into her voice, an almost-laugh slipping in with ease. ]
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Looks like I'm safe.