Re: Quicklog: Cat C/Reece E
[Reece was obvious. He played his part, right? He played up his vanity and lack of morals and other sociopathic ringers the corporate world loved. But, really, he was pretty obvious. And his nerves..., well, he could mute them somewhat, but not entirely. They jittered out some way or another, and that was true now. He grinned and gave a thumbs up, partly to annoy Cat and partly because he was sort of an awkward dweeb. Jaw-dropping he didn't do much of. He subverted reactions, not consciously, but he did it all the same. Also, he would never use the word divine unless he was talking about chocolate cake.
He pretended to consider her dress with his mismatched gaze.] You can borrow a t-shirt, [was his decision, said loftily, with only his stupid smile to absolutely declare he was kidding. He waved his metal hand toward twin closet doors.] As long as its not cashmere, it's yours. [He smiled, tipping his chin downward to watch Cat come closer. In the end, his chin was propped on the side of her head. (At least she'd chosen his shoulder that wasn't made of metal.) He didn't flush giddily or anything like that. He was very coolly looking at the wall. He shrugged, bouncing the girl a little accidentally.] Who doesn't like boats? Look how cool it looks. The man at the store told me, you're supposed to imagine you're there.