Tristan "Strawberry" Westergaard
| Porcelain “Silver” Elanor Snow || The Town/Bathrooms |
He grinned, she was right. He wasn’t exactly acting his age. Let’s face it, he never was. Tristan was free-spirited, to him he was practically ageless. Why not have some fun? He looked over at her as they had both chosen to ignore his previous moment of silence. He considering bringing back the hair debate, then decided against it. “What if I dyed my hair?” He asked casually, it was a little off-topic but the question remained in his head. “I think I could sport silver hair, I’m not gonna lie.”
Tristan scoffed, wondering what this conversation even was. “Well, that’s good to hear. At least you value at least one form of hygiene.” Silver started getting defensive, to which he gave a curious look. “No, of course not. That would be a weird-ass thing to make fun of. Even though this conversation really would be heading in that direction, if any. Look, I’m going to lie to you…” he mumbled. “At least not about your looks,” he added. He was lying about a few small things, nothing too major at least. It was more of a white lie than anything else.
He was thrilled to hear that she, too, had a good time. Even if she said it very quietly. “I’m glad,” he responded in a soft tone. One that was welcoming, “Maybe we could do it again sometime.” She went into the bathrooms and came out in the outfit he had chose for her. Their leather jackets both reflecting the bright light of the sun. The clothes appeared to fit properly. Porcelain just… was really bony. She didn’t have many - if at all any curves. Tristan almost felt bad. Almost. Instead, he chose to focus on a positive aspect of her body. “Damn, Silver, where’ve you been hiding those legs?” He joked in a light-hearted tone. “Good, I wouldn’t want to continue embarrassing you,” he remarked at her semi-compliment. “Should we head off for breakfast? I have no idea where we could eat. Ooh, do you think they have brunch?”