Baudelaire chuckled at her comment about his driving, “
Really? Wow, that’s hurtful, and here I thought you were someone who didn't mind taking a little heat.”
Jayna’s next words caught him off guard a bit. He’d been joking about the date thing, but now as he looked at her… she actually seemed interested? No, that was him being insane. There was no way someone like Jayna Thorne would waste time on some pissant from Adumar, so, Leon didn’t have a problem treating her like a normal person or like one of the squad.
“Duh,” he retorted with a “how could you not see this coming” look that was very over the top. “Think about it, you, beautiful, eyes of moonlight, me,” he frowned and shrugged, “questionable company, sitting in a cozy booth at a cafe judging the shit out of this guy's SWINDER account?” Baudelaire did a little chef kiss as he concluded, “Ugh, it’d be perfect.”
Then because he can’t do anything seriously he laughed. However, he didn’t miss the touch of crimson adorning her ears. Curiously, it was the same way Ezra blushed when Dash was around if he recalled correctly.
With her permission he stepped in and went to work. Upon closer inspection he was relieved to see the cut wasn’t bad. “Face cuts can be serious bleeders,” he said calmly as he tended to the wound. “This might sting a bit, but it’ll stop you from getting one of these.” he said gesturing to the ruined criss cross of his cheek. He applied some bacta creme and finally finished it off with a simple bandage.
“There good as new in like an hour there’ll be zero proof I let you get hurt,” he said with a playful clap on her shoulder. She tentatively reached up and felt the bandage.
Leon laughed at her surprise, “I know right, it’s weirdly shocking when I can do anything.”
He felt an inquisitive eyebrow cock as she adjusted the shoulders of his blastvest. He wasn’t sure, but it seemed like she was considering something. He reigned his hormones in a second as he reminded himself of the multiple attacks they’d just survived. He was just about to make sure she was okay when she spoke.
Suddenly, Baudelaire's mouth was dry and his head was buzzing. What? WHAT! SYSTEM SHUTDOWN.
*old school dial-up screeches*
He blinked, halting the confusion stampeding across his face, and swallowed, “Cool… Coolcoolcool,” he managed, very aware that his reaction was anything but.
A few minutes later they were in the previously mentioned café, sharing a booth and waiting on their drink order. His datapad and the guys wallet were on the table, but the only thing he was interested in was her.
@Altaris
Really? Wow, that’s hurtful, and here I thought you were someone who didn't mind taking a little heat.”
Jayna’s next words caught him off guard a bit. He’d been joking about the date thing, but now as he looked at her… she actually seemed interested? No, that was him being insane. There was no way someone like Jayna Thorne would waste time on some pissant from Adumar, so, Leon didn’t have a problem treating her like a normal person or like one of the squad.
“Duh,” he retorted with a “how could you not see this coming” look that was very over the top. “Think about it, you, beautiful, eyes of moonlight, me,” he frowned and shrugged, “questionable company, sitting in a cozy booth at a cafe judging the shit out of this guy's SWINDER account?” Baudelaire did a little chef kiss as he concluded, “Ugh, it’d be perfect.”
Then because he can’t do anything seriously he laughed. However, he didn’t miss the touch of crimson adorning her ears. Curiously, it was the same way Ezra blushed when Dash was around if he recalled correctly.
With her permission he stepped in and went to work. Upon closer inspection he was relieved to see the cut wasn’t bad. “Face cuts can be serious bleeders,” he said calmly as he tended to the wound. “This might sting a bit, but it’ll stop you from getting one of these.” he said gesturing to the ruined criss cross of his cheek. He applied some bacta creme and finally finished it off with a simple bandage.
“There good as new in like an hour there’ll be zero proof I let you get hurt,” he said with a playful clap on her shoulder. She tentatively reached up and felt the bandage.
Leon laughed at her surprise, “I know right, it’s weirdly shocking when I can do anything.”
He felt an inquisitive eyebrow cock as she adjusted the shoulders of his blastvest. He wasn’t sure, but it seemed like she was considering something. He reigned his hormones in a second as he reminded himself of the multiple attacks they’d just survived. He was just about to make sure she was okay when she spoke.
Suddenly, Baudelaire's mouth was dry and his head was buzzing. What? WHAT! SYSTEM SHUTDOWN.
*old school dial-up screeches*
He blinked, halting the confusion stampeding across his face, and swallowed, “Cool… Coolcoolcool,” he managed, very aware that his reaction was anything but.
A few minutes later they were in the previously mentioned café, sharing a booth and waiting on their drink order. His datapad and the guys wallet were on the table, but the only thing he was interested in was her.
@Altaris