hopeless

*Diarmuid* · 10-12-2017, 06:15 AM

Did he like the admiration? Well, he thought she was being a smart-ass more than actually admiring anything; he wasn't quite sure how to answer that question. "I don't like it nearly as much as you do," he finally huffed back a bit sullenly. I do believe she's found the wrong male to tease, he thought quietly to himself. He wasn't much for admiring pretty women - it'd been a damned long time since he'd bothered with those sorts of thoughts - but she seemed inclined to change his perspective. Instead he merely frowned at her as she sized him up, wondering if he was imagining the way she was looking at him or if she really was looking at him like he was a piece of meat.

"Hard to not notice you when you nearly tripped me." Okay, maybe she was pretty, but in no world would Diarmuid admit that to her. Her coat certainly was unique, and he furrowed his brows as he eyed her. He'd never seen anyone with such a vibrant coat before and he found his gaze lingering for a longer moment than he expected. The truth was that she hadn't almost tripped him, but the least he could do was blame her for their collision since he was sure he'd been paying far more attention to his surroundings than she could even pretend she had been.

"Nice try, but definitely not," Diarmuid replied evenly - his ears flicked in slight irritation atop his head. And yet he hadn't moved to leave yet. Perhaps an interruption to his quiet, solitary night wasn't such a bad thing, even if this woman was far from what he would've hoped to entertain him. "I was preferring the peace and quiet, actually, if you're asking." Briefly he wondered what this interruption's name might be, but he was going to be the first one to ask - he didn't care that much.

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