William, huh? He's hoooooot. ['Hot' is drawn-out and in a sing-songy voice. He frowns at the ass part.]
That's just rude. Like judging a book by its cover. [But it's obvious he's kidding. He shakes his head, amused.] Nah, I get it. I'd do the same for my buddy.
And enthusiasm is cute. [He licks his bottom lip absently.] So, he's puppy enthusiastic, hot as hell, and wanting casual hook-ups. I'm sold.
[Appreciates William's hotness, is good to his friends, has a sense of humor. Octavia's getting a fruit basket sometime in the near future, probably. She grins, playing along, and maybe a little bit appreciating the slide of his tongue over his lip. It doesn't hurt to look.]
Hey, my Dad's an author. Sometimes the cover's misleading, sometimes it tells you exactly what you're getting. And friends don't let friend check out crappy books, right? But I'm thinking you're a stamp I want on his library card. Nice to meet you, Travis. I'm Heather.
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That's just rude. Like judging a book by its cover. [But it's obvious he's kidding. He shakes his head, amused.] Nah, I get it. I'd do the same for my buddy.
And enthusiasm is cute. [He licks his bottom lip absently.] So, he's puppy enthusiastic, hot as hell, and wanting casual hook-ups. I'm sold.
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Hey, my Dad's an author. Sometimes the cover's misleading, sometimes it tells you exactly what you're getting. And friends don't let friend check out crappy books, right? But I'm thinking you're a stamp I want on his library card. Nice to meet you, Travis. I'm Heather.
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[Okay enough with the metaphor but he's still smiling.]
It's nice to meet you, too, Heather. I can respect a person looking out for their friend... wait, Heather? Didn't you just get married or somethin'?