Thread: Cities of Dust (SugarPlumCoatedGun x Lotherio)

When she stood sideways, looking over her shoulder at him, Jimmy forgot about the world for a moment. Instead it was a lovely girl, and he was a boy, admiring in his thoughts at least, her shape, the way she framed herself within the door in that simple gesture. In the past, he would have been more inclined to become forward. The smile on his face in that moment read thusly as he listened to her talk about the comfort of the shorts and the best kinds of dates. Indeed, had he not been in that cloud and more on top of his game, he may even have heard or sensed something from the group of Falcons coming into the shopping plaza proper. Still good news for him was that they were on the backsides of the buildings on this end and going into employee entrances. There was a recall to the moment when she look dejected when money was brough up, his brown eyes focusing on the now, the ruins of civilization around them. They were indeed a boy and a girl trying to make it in the world, but it demanded more of them now than it had before. He was glad the introductions cleared the air again and when she jutted her tongue out at him, he mockingly looked shocked, though his raised eyebrows indicated he was attracted by this in a sly sort of manner. Shock turned to a grin as he moved to follow her into the medical supplies shop. Tell me what your looking for, he offered, looking at her a moment where she crouched and then stepping beyond her to begin rifling through other bottles. Taking two or three to hand though, he didnt really begin searching until he knew what he was looking for. Still the same, he couldnt help looking back at her. It wasnt only to reassure himself he wasnt alone by seeing another living person, which was more common now when company was found. More so, it was after a few hints of flirtations, it was the looks to see how they were interacting to see if she was stealing looks at him just as he was doing to her. There was the stolen look at her instead of the bottle in his hand, or the one from over a looted shelf of medicine, or the turn around look as if trying to hear what she was saying. All in all, it amounted to him just wanted to look at her not for living company but because he found her attractive. His smile was always warm when he did this, sometimes looking surprised if she caught him glimpsing, sometimes looking more confident if their eyes met. All the while, he interlaced the searching with words. I dont care if the shorts are protective or not, Ill admit it, Im glad youre wearing them. An impish smile and a stolen look. Later, Im usually not this forward on dates, but the way the sun shines through broken windows and toppled medicine bottles really brings out the red in your hair. A chiming laugh as if elfin in nature, playful and a stolen look. I usually dont talk this much, you have me off my game thats a good thing I think. It was playful to pass the time perhaps, or to read more of her in his stolen glances, to listen to how she responded or retorted in kind even. Despite them looking for medicine to help someone really in need when there were no nurses or doctors around to really handle this, it was more normal than worrying about another gang around the corner or worse. It was playing at normal.