Typically distracted, the imp had noticed. Even when she was chattering away with one of her girlfriends, she still was distracted. The phone, her nails, her reflection, or just something shiny that caught her notice. Knock, being rather dark, and unshiny, did not fall in that category of things to distract the cute young fae. He wasn’t complaining. After all, he made a life of not drawing attention to himself.
He wondered for a moment if she’d even notice the tap to her shoulder. Sometimes in making a habit of being unseen, it could be easy enough to imagine you really were invisible.
The tote was, he knew, not one she often used. He’d seen the skirt before, and the hoodie, and the heels, though not typically with each other. No, he wasn’t gay (even if he could show his appreciation better than any male escort), and he wasn’t a clothes horse. He was however, observant of the fae, how she looked, and her actions. Thus he couldn’t help but notice her dress, as it seemed as much a part of the girl as her phone, her effervescence, and her ever changing scent.
He smiled, demurely it would seem, though the gesture spread across his face warmly, reaching all the way to his dark eyes. They seemed to grow smaller by the motion. He didn’t argue with the name, but graciously offered her another. “You can call me Knock,” he offered. “Most do.” The smile might seem odd against the backdrop of his face, as though it wasn’t used to the feeling, but it was genuine nonetheless, and bore the semblance of something new, but not uncomfortable or hated.
It lasted only a moment however before Kissy’s side seemed suddenly to explode, and out poured everything the girl had carried with her that day (which surely was twice as much as what was needed.).
Knock went quickly to his knees, and when another attempted to help everything they picked up seemed somehow to find it’s way into Knock’s hands. “It’s okay,” he smiled up at her. “I’m sure it can be salvaged.” It was only then his accent became more obvious, the one seldom heard but often swooned over by girlies from across the pond. Her lip gloss found it’s way into his pocket, but everything else was gathered quite handily together into both his arms to be toted for her as far as her room if that was needed. Surely it would as her delicate little hands couldn’t manage it all.