Re: Loitering: Cat C & Reece E
It was a weird sort of déjà vu, but then again it wasn't. It was different and it was the same, and Cat was Cat, but, you know, also not. And he was himself, but also, you know, also not. Because last time, when Cat was herself, uh, a woman, Reece hadn't been wondering, like, what would happen if they had sex. Would he top? Would she? He hadn't even gotten that far then. He was just like, yeah, this is cool. His thoughts went there now though, and he blinked, bringing himself back to the present, as Cat played with the swoop of fallen bangs. He smiled at her a little awkwardly, and he made no attempt to even, like, ascertain the state of her dick. That would be obvious.
"Oh, uh, do you want to go on a date with me?" His smile turned winning and he lifted his brows. Cat smiled too. She looked mussed in an attractive way. Her fingers fell to Reece's knee. As long as she didn't go much higher, he was safe. His boot, on his foot that dangled just off the sofa, jiggled in its boot just a little. He laughed lightly when Cat talked about robbing the cradle. "They're going to think I get with, like, every person, so." Because the people of Repose had seen him with Cat 1.0, then Cat 3.0, and now 4.0. (2.0, they'd both been small, at least.) Reece swallowed, an obvious bob of his Adam's apple as he willed his—you know—himself to just chill, because Cat would be leaving in a second and he had to stand. "We can go on our date to Jack's new place." He didn't mean it. He was just being petty. He smiled again.