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Rose Scented
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❝ Jez keeps her silver eyes on her hands in her lap. Her fingers pick at her nails as her tongue twirls the metal in her lip, nervous habits. The pink in her cheeks proceeds to grow as Gus showers her in endlessly kindness. How could someone contain so much good in them? Unless he really is a God. 'He fits Eros more,' the girl muses as she listens to his tender warmth. But if he's Eros then . . . She stops herself from thinking anymore and focuses on his words. The blush under her pale flesh is the only hint at her dirty thoughts. She scolds herself for thinking such things. What if she accidentally portrayed her mind to the werewolf?
The psychic looks up just as Gus finishes his flattering statement with a wink. She blinks at him, contemplating what such an action implies. Probably just some more senseless flirting for the sake of tips. Jez keeps herself from finding anything more in the chef's intentions. Why would anyone take an interest in a creep like herself? Especially an attractive man like this. She blinks her silver orbs once more when he poses a question.
"Ah, y-yes. I grew up there," Jez tells the brunette, her accent a dead giveaway. "Wh-where are you from? If you don't mind me asking. I'd assume the South by your manner of speaking, but that would be rude a-and . . . " The teen drifts off and stops herself from talking anymore by reaching for her chilled mug of cocoa on the table. Her gloved hands bring it in for a long sip. She's so wrapped up in her conversation that she isn't even fazed by the intimidating man that enters the tavern and takes a seat with the robed woman. There must be something about this Gus that he's able to envelop her entire concentration. ❞
The psychic looks up just as Gus finishes his flattering statement with a wink. She blinks at him, contemplating what such an action implies. Probably just some more senseless flirting for the sake of tips. Jez keeps herself from finding anything more in the chef's intentions. Why would anyone take an interest in a creep like herself? Especially an attractive man like this. She blinks her silver orbs once more when he poses a question.
"Ah, y-yes. I grew up there," Jez tells the brunette, her accent a dead giveaway. "Wh-where are you from? If you don't mind me asking. I'd assume the South by your manner of speaking, but that would be rude a-and . . . " The teen drifts off and stops herself from talking anymore by reaching for her chilled mug of cocoa on the table. Her gloved hands bring it in for a long sip. She's so wrapped up in her conversation that she isn't even fazed by the intimidating man that enters the tavern and takes a seat with the robed woman. There must be something about this Gus that he's able to envelop her entire concentration. ❞
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