Thread: Practice Makes Perfect (kckolbe x Your Little Project)

In all honesty, the only thing giving her the strength of will to even attempt making such a blatant statement with her outfit was the fact that they were blood related. After what she was about to propose, there wasn't a chance in hell that her own father would have the heart to kick her out on the sidewalk knowing what she was wearing. Really, no one gave her credit for the subtle manipulation that she was truly capable of. He was at the door quickly and she was thankful for his haste, especially with the knowledge of some weirdo on the street eyeballing her. Sadly, his flat greeting made it a bit difficult to try and smooth things over. Maybe... maybe the dress was too much . Despite the silence, she managed a genuine smile. Sure, they weren't that close. But this was her Father! Her room was still littered with the various well-framed and professional level photos he'd taken of her through the years whenever they did see each other for holidays. He always knew how to make the best out of a difficult lighting situation. As a child, he was a professional at distracting her into creating gorgeous portraits it was these skills she hoped to render once more. Maybe he even had a few good contacts to send her in the right direction. Well, that's no way to greet your daughter after a long flight and incredibly noxious taxi ride! Seriously, it smelled like a dozen wet dogs in there. Any fear that bubbled deep within her was masked with great skill. Oh, to be a teenage girl. And no, she offered before making a small nudge at stepping into the apartment. A friend was having a fancy brunch birthday party, and this was just the nicest thing I could find. She was so mad when I told her I had to leave early! As a liar, Kacey knew the more details you fed into a story the less plausible things became, but she couldn't seem to stop herself. Why, you don't like it? Her lips adopted a delicious pout, hoping to play into her whole unplanned scheme. If he allowed it, she'd be inside now, carelessly dropping her large duffle bag at the side of the couch. Little did he know that she'd shoved literally every cute outfit of worth in there and was hoping to never return. Sure, large amount of her precious trinkets were still gathering dust back in Idaho, but just like Father, there was no way Mother would just throw out her precious girl's belongings. Oh! I almost forgot. Kacey whirled back around, turning to her bag and bending over. That dress hugged every curve of her slender frame and strained around her thighs, causing the hem to rise up a few inches and reveal even more smooth skin. It didn't take her long to whip back upright, her lengthy auburn hair spilling over her shoulders and eventually settling back into place. The girl handed him a small box, and the packaging should have looked familiar. It was a gift box of assorted truffles from his favorite local candy shop on their tiny little Main Street from back home. I figured I should bring you something tasty. Was... was she speaking in nothing but innuendos or was his mind just in a dirty place? If he lingered or made an attempt not to accept the gift, she'd just waggle it in the air between them, insisting he accept it. After, she tapped in her heels over towards the kitchen. Fingertips at the counter, she leaned back against the cool surface and casually crossed her legs. You have a nice place... Oh no, the dreaded small talk. Surely she'd have to bring up why she came all this way soon, right?