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Old milky-eyes here takes a few steps closer to you as you snip at him, and something finally seems to click in that little brain of his. At this range, even someone as half-blind as he cannot help but notice that you are positively stunning. Radiant. Not the average mare, are you? You smirk as you register the change in his demeanor—the less-than-subtle once-over he gave you a minute ago, you expect that he gives that to anything that moves. But up close? He transforms before your eyes from a gruff old thing to a performer, no doubt having finally come to his senses about what a gem he’s discovered. “I dunno,” he quips back, seemingly ignoring your snide remark, “maybe you just wanted to stop and ask a handsome devil like me for directions.” Is he…is he winking at you? You stifle your amusement for the moment though, because evidently, he hasn’t finished. “Rostislav, at your service,” he proclaims, slipping into a bow. Now that gets your attention. You suspect the stranger is only after oh, exactly one thing from you, but at least someone around here has finally bothered to show you a little respect. Perhaps you’ll humor him for a bit. “Hmm,” you murmur drily, not appearing overly impressed with his antics. “I suppose introductions would be the polite thing to do. You may call me Sheba,” you inform him, tossing your forelock out of your eyes. Your honey-brown gaze seeks his cloudy one before you let the next words fall. “And quite frankly, I don’t know if it’s my lucky day, to come across someone as…as, ah, as handsome as you Rostislav,” you return, tongue rolling on the “R” of his name in a manner that perhaps will placate any offense taken at the remaining touch of sarcasm. “On the contrary,” you purr, taking a step closer, “if it’s anyone’s lucky day, I’d say it’s yours.” @[Rostislav] |
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