Re: Loitering: Cat C & Reece E
Reece had never been hip, man. I mean, ...well, okay, technically, he hadn't actually lived through the '90s. Or like, the '00s. But. In his memories, or whatever, he wasn't hip. He was a nerd, who (once upon a time) had been affable enough (and, according to his best bro (who may or may not be fiction), good-looking enough), that people invited him to parties and stuff. So...., anyway, yes. Reece did live in digital. Though, ironically enough, he was an analog model, wasn't he? In a way. God, the world was fucked up.
At least Cat didn't seem to notice he'd looked at her ass, like once. Attraction was a strange, strange thing for Reece, and whether that was like, programmed or not, he had no idea. He'd always found people like, attractive, he just didn't necessarily want to sleep with them. He had no idea if he wanted to sleep with Cat. I mean, let's slow down. But, well, he—she—was pretty. She wouldn't pick anyone ugly though. It was still weird to see a new face serving the same expressions as the past... three. But, probably not as weird as it was the first time around. The body before this one had eased her into some masculinity too. Oh, she was talking. "Who would you bring in to teach it? Like, seniors from the community center?" He smiled at her. It was nice to be able to tease her about her age again. Did that make him petty? Maybe.
But, then she was smiling like he was a mouse in a trap, after he brought up her perfume. "An oil. Obviously." He laughed awkwardly. "Oh, thanks, man." For the record. But, Cat was lifting the crate thing again, and Reece made himself look up. At the wall. Nice wall, you know? So nice it almost distracted Reece from Cat's beckoning. It didn't even occur to him not to follow. No. That's a lie. It did. He could peel out. Run away. But, that was like a blip of a thought and he followed, into the bottleneck of the stairway, and he looked for where he was supposed to sit. Cat was like, shorter than her last body. And he was still really fucking tall. So, Reece took a second to situate himself on the stair below Cat's, his back to the wall, single-cheeking it, too, and his foot on the stair beneath his own. He propped the record up by Cat's hip, then looked at her. "So..., this is—it's good to see you."