Welcome to Gaia! ::

"Ohhh well aren't u fancy. I was supposed ta go too. I got in at least." But she had other plans. Her after graduation tour of europe turned into an extended stay and she'd been in the pod since then. "Did you have some kinna major or whatever?"

Her nails worked nicely over his scalp. It was worth wondering if she'd ever worked in a salon or anything in the past, but she'd never worked an honest day in her life.

"Well I picked tha right guy then to do some handiwork fer me." She continued to play with his hair, leaning to peek over his shoulder. She bosom pressed against his neck and back as she leaned. She was admiring his sewing prowess for the moment, hands sliding to rub his shoulders.

"So you gonna make like runic robots er whatever?" Her thumbs slid to the center of his neck, pressing firmly and working upwards back into the hairline before she leaned back. She was scented, borderline heavily, as i seemed every beauty product she owned had some sort of pleasant smell to it.

"I got a few marketable skills.. even if I ain't finished college." She grinned, pressed a red lipsticked kiss to his cheek (but no smudge makeup left no mark), and finally released him from her grasp totally. There was only a cool breeze now where her warm body had been pressed. "Maybe if you do a good job I kin show ya later."

She resumed sitting in her chair and just watching Dylon.

"Looks great.." Cee nodded her approval. "Don' ferget the trim." She made sure to remind that staying on task meant better rewards later.

She idly glanced back down at her previously discarded phone. She scrolled through tweets idly and let her toe continue to run up Dylon's leg.

"Don't find a lotta dudes who can sew. My mama made sure I knew." Her dark eyes shot up to him again. "How bout you?"

"Yer a sweet one ain't ya." Cee once more propped her head on her palm and watched Dylon sew. She didn't bother with the phone this time. She just enjoyed having a charming young man do her a favor. Hopefully it was one of many.

"A real gentleman." She shifted to lean back against her chair again. Her legs uncrossed and the tattoo on her inner thigh played as a suitable distraction for the moment. "Yer cool though, right? cause I'm lookin fer friends here. Some better than others." She winked. "But I don't want no misconceptions about what kinna girl I am." There was a momentary seriousness in her dark eyes, almost like she was testing him. Was he a goodie? Did he just like sex? Was he some pure soul that could do with a bit of her tainting?

"The kind you need to figure out on your own." She grinned suddenly. "What you see is what you get but mos people don't look real hard and the rest look too hard and start probing you like a ******** shrink session."

She couldn't be sure how genuine Dylon was being but for the moment it didn't really matter. He was almost done her jacket and that meant he'd be due for some kind of reward. Perhaps they could even strike some sort of partnership, a give and take sort.

After the silence dragged out a moment, just enough to get his attention back on the sewing, she spoke again. Her eyebrow lifted curiously, "You live on this floor?"

Her eyes lit up. "Oh yeah? I'd love ta see your room. You know they put me in the basemen'?" She sounded positively scandalized. "There was a torture rack in my room like.. WHAT? Not that I don't mind a bitta kinky fun but like.. ferreal."

She glanced at him finishing up. "Maybe after this you can show me yer room? And I can thank you fer tha help." And if she played her cards right, maybe mooch those room privileges a bit. Perhaps in the long run they could come up with a mutual arrangement.

"Yeah sure." She rose and leaned over the table, giving him a nice enough view while she collected the thread and needle and packed them away. She plopped right into Dylon's lap to finish straightening: the fabric scraps were all wadded up and tossed into a plastic bag she'd been using for trash. She stayed there a moment while she held up the coat and admired the work, humming her approval quietly before standing slowly, stepping back, and putting it on.

"How's it look?" She spun.