[Sometimes Ginia flirts as easily as she breathes. She intended on a more innocent inquiry, but the far more salacious meaning occurs immediately after. Oh. Well. No matter. Ginia lives along casual relationships, treating one-night stands or casual hookups as an indulgence and a way to blow off steam. Enjoy the night, disappear by the morning, life turns on. It wouldn't be so different here if it wasn't for the goddamn empathy bond.
It takes a few seconds too long for Ephemera to respond. She already has the sense he's not interested in flirting, or he's not interested in her, and frankly both are fine.
His answer is neutral and though she could offer friendly company for drinks...well, it's important to know when to leave. Still needs to find a place to sleep for the night anyway. Maybe tack on a long run before to burn off some energy and clear her mind.]
I'll give you my number.
[Which feels real strange to offer. There's a twitch of anxiety in her chest. Well. They are allies. She agreed to keep an eye out for armor. Better get his information then awkwardly searching for his information on the network.
The gestures and motions to pull up the contact overlays are a bit against her muscle memory, but not too jarring either. From mind to physical space, she brings the contact box into being. A small rectangle glows between them, a button for him to save the contact information of Angela Roberts.]
no subject
It takes a few seconds too long for Ephemera to respond. She already has the sense he's not interested in flirting, or he's not interested in her, and frankly both are fine.
His answer is neutral and though she could offer friendly company for drinks...well, it's important to know when to leave. Still needs to find a place to sleep for the night anyway. Maybe tack on a long run before to burn off some energy and clear her mind.]
I'll give you my number.
[Which feels real strange to offer. There's a twitch of anxiety in her chest. Well. They are allies. She agreed to keep an eye out for armor. Better get his information then awkwardly searching for his information on the network.
The gestures and motions to pull up the contact overlays are a bit against her muscle memory, but not too jarring either. From mind to physical space, she brings the contact box into being. A small rectangle glows between them, a button for him to save the contact information of Angela Roberts.]