Tristan "Strawberry" Westergaard
He laughed at what he chose to believe was a joke. “You say that, but I don’t think you mean it.” He looked over at her, wondering if he should even say what he was thinking. He held eye contact for a moment before his shaking his head and looking back at the ground, “Nevermind,” was all he said. He rolled his eyes at her declaration of what women want. “Please, if that were true cougars wouldn’t exist. Or pool boys, for that matter. However, that’s something for another time. Women want adventure. For instance, if you had the chance to study with some guy or sneak out tonight, which would you want to do?” He shrugged his shoulders, he didn’t need to hear her response to know the answer. He sighed, he did want her to admit that it was a date, and decided to stay silent. She would be able to figure what he wanted on her own.
He wasn’t even bothered by her comment, he expected it at this point. He ignored her, instead. The look on her face when he said okay was priceless, she really hadn’t expected it. He noticed her teal eyes, for the first time. He had assumed her eyes were brown, why he had no idea. “Future dates?” He paused, “Well yeah. Why not?” He looked away when she said that she wasn’t normally invited to those things, “I wonder why,” he mumbled under his breath. He looked back, “Things can change,” he shrugged with this. Maybe he was planning on making future plans, maybe he wasn’t. He wasn’t sure yet. Her tone was sharp when she assured him she didn’t care about that kind of thing. He brushed it off, he never really said she did. Her eyes lit up as she saw the skirt, and Tristan was rather happy about his selection. “Because you were given the ability to see colours and you might as well use it,” he said right back to her. “Besides, the blue matches your eyes.” She pulled out some rings, bracelets, even a chained necklace and Tristan simply stared in disgust. “It’s fine, I’m paying for it anyways. I have enough clothes. And why do I have to wear a necklace? The rings are fine, I don’t care about those. But the bands, really?” A smug look appeared on his face as she asked if his ear was pierced, he brushed a piece of his curly hair out of the way to show off his pierced ear. “It’s a real diamond,” he assured her.
@ethereal - Porcelain
ORP: Hope this is good, otherwise I don’t know what I’ll do. My brain feels mush-ish.