Re: In-person: Sam A/Cris M
[In an overly-sympathetic voice, lips pursed.] Pobrecita. [She teases about skipping through the station and Cris grins at her.] You think I care if you skip through their, nena? It gives me an excuse to pull you into my office for a—ah—talkin' to, huh? [He waggles his eyebrows at her.
She blushes at the contacta lips to the solesa her feet, and Cris looks at her almost demure, lecherousness evaporated—and he actually looks a lil bit sweet for a second.—He pushes Tedito over soft, palm to the dog's tiny body, and rubs there, the puppy playing with him and the fingers that come close to his face. He smiles, glancing up at Sam when she says the perrito likes them.
She sits up, though, a second later, almost serious. He licks his lips, widening his knees where he's half-kneeling, half-sitting, and he looks around a bit, for something he can start packing as they talk. But, ultimately, he just start talking.] The way I talk to you has never been like I was talkin' with that Sparrow girl, huh? Even before we fucked again, we'd already fucked once and that—[He shrugs.]—made it different. I already liked you, 'cause I'm a moron, and I talked to you like I liked you, huh? I talked to you like I wanted to fuck you again and get to know you. I got no interest in this girl—I think it's obvious, pero, maybe I'm wrong. [He looks at Sam, playing with the dog-spit-wet toea his sock on her foot.]