( is that a joke? maybe not. maybe Daniel just has terribly dark humor, because he laughs anyway. )
You know what? Fair enough.
(want might be a little too strong a word, though curious is fair. Daniel is willing to try things, there's no sayings about curiosity and satanists. if Kisa tells him that memory sharing comes along, though, there's a high chance Daniel will refuse. he's not a big on sharing unless he has to.
Kisa comes closer and tosses her hair over her shoulder. Daniel isn't against talking, necessarily, now that he can say exactly as much as he wants and avoid subjects he doesn't. he just also wants to make a point of enjoying his company, and not from a cold and cordial distance, either. so he lets his fingers graze the side of her neck, bare skin exposed from the toss of her hair, dark eyes tracing down her features. )
Sure. ( sitting is more comfortable than standing, isn't it? Daniel lets his fingers drift from the side of her neck to an open offered palm. she doesn't have to take it, but if she does, he'll lead her to the living room. couch is comfortable for sitting, and almost intentionally small, like it's designed for people getting too close to each other on it. he sits first, leaving it up to Kisa how close she'd like to be when she joins him, though there's no such thing as far on a loveseat. )
[ it's not, but he's free to see it as one if it makes the situation more comfortable. although really, this situation is about as comfortable as one can be in this city. they'd both had fun, they'd gotten along, they're agreeing to do it again. it's a pretty good deal.
his fingertips trace over the exposed line of her throat and then down to take her hand, and she smiles as her fingers curve over the side of his. he sits and she takes a moment before settling beside him on the (small) couch, and she turns her legs towards his, letting one ankle curve over his. she settles back in her seat and takes a look around - it looks relatively similarly decorated to kate's, maybe a little less neat, but then it's not like many of them have been leaving where they've been holed up as of late. ]
So how do you tend to spend your evenings, when you don't have a companion?
Watching trash television, mostly. I loved reality tv back home. Like the Bachelorette and Real Housewives and shit. They've got stuff like that here, only it's a lot more horny.
( which somehow isn't quite the same vibe. still better than nothing, though. Daniel has learned he can just go make himself a drink when the confessional turns into a solo masturbation session, or the rose ceremony turns into a whoever comes first goes home orgy.
and okay, yes, he watches the porny parts sometimes. he's only human and at this point it's hard not to watch the porny parts sometimes. )
I need to work on having a more fun and sexy answer to that question. It's a work in progress. ( he tilts his leg a little closer, shifting so his side is pressed against the back of the couch and he's directly facing her. the shift leaves knees brushing instead of ankles, a little closer than before. ) What about you? What do you do on your downtime?
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You know what? Fair enough.
( want might be a little too strong a word, though curious is fair. Daniel is willing to try things, there's no sayings about curiosity and satanists. if Kisa tells him that memory sharing comes along, though, there's a high chance Daniel will refuse. he's not a big on sharing unless he has to.
Kisa comes closer and tosses her hair over her shoulder. Daniel isn't against talking, necessarily, now that he can say exactly as much as he wants and avoid subjects he doesn't. he just also wants to make a point of enjoying his company, and not from a cold and cordial distance, either. so he lets his fingers graze the side of her neck, bare skin exposed from the toss of her hair, dark eyes tracing down her features. )
Sure. ( sitting is more comfortable than standing, isn't it? Daniel lets his fingers drift from the side of her neck to an open offered palm. she doesn't have to take it, but if she does, he'll lead her to the living room. couch is comfortable for sitting, and almost intentionally small, like it's designed for people getting too close to each other on it. he sits first, leaving it up to Kisa how close she'd like to be when she joins him, though there's no such thing as far on a loveseat. )
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his fingertips trace over the exposed line of her throat and then down to take her hand, and she smiles as her fingers curve over the side of his. he sits and she takes a moment before settling beside him on the (small) couch, and she turns her legs towards his, letting one ankle curve over his. she settles back in her seat and takes a look around - it looks relatively similarly decorated to kate's, maybe a little less neat, but then it's not like many of them have been leaving where they've been holed up as of late. ]
So how do you tend to spend your evenings, when you don't have a companion?
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( which somehow isn't quite the same vibe. still better than nothing, though. Daniel has learned he can just go make himself a drink when the confessional turns into a solo masturbation session, or the rose ceremony turns into a whoever comes first goes home orgy.
and okay, yes, he watches the porny parts sometimes. he's only human and at this point it's hard not to watch the porny parts sometimes. )
I need to work on having a more fun and sexy answer to that question. It's a work in progress. ( he tilts his leg a little closer, shifting so his side is pressed against the back of the couch and he's directly facing her. the shift leaves knees brushing instead of ankles, a little closer than before. ) What about you? What do you do on your downtime?