(She'd soon learn that he had shitty voices for just about every stereotype under the sun. At least he wasn't a serial killer, so her judgement isn't entirely off base.)
That's never been one of my strong suits. (He readjusts his glasses, a subconscious gesture more than anything, idly remembering how many times he'd had them broken on his face before.) If you weren't here and I noticed them I probably would have just gotten louder. Sometimes it's like a flight or fight reaction except instead of 'fight' it's 'trash talk.'
(Lara just seemed like a sophisticated gal to Richie. He didn't have much of an opinion about her looks but between her disposition and way of talking? She didn't strike him as a fighter. Then again, the 80s wasn't known for its female brawlers, so what the hell did he really know anyway?)
What? No shit? (And now he is looking at her, her arms more than anything, and then her hands. Like he's expecting to see some Paul Bunyan level biceps or something.)
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That's never been one of my strong suits. (He readjusts his glasses, a subconscious gesture more than anything, idly remembering how many times he'd had them broken on his face before.) If you weren't here and I noticed them I probably would have just gotten louder. Sometimes it's like a flight or fight reaction except instead of 'fight' it's 'trash talk.'
(Lara just seemed like a sophisticated gal to Richie. He didn't have much of an opinion about her looks but between her disposition and way of talking? She didn't strike him as a fighter. Then again, the 80s wasn't known for its female brawlers, so what the hell did he really know anyway?)
What? No shit? (And now he is looking at her, her arms more than anything, and then her hands. Like he's expecting to see some Paul Bunyan level biceps or something.)
Did you win?