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Whichever your prefer.
It's T'rissylene Ydravanna B'xarenef Aceford. She stops to take a breath. Trissy for short.
Trissy's a nice name.
Evan says as he takes a frighteningly large bullet from his pocket and stuffs it into a hidden pocket in his sleeve.
Thanks!
Bullet!
Um... whatcha' doing with that very large bullet?
It's the type of round my rifle uses. It's good to have one hidden just in case.
It's probably just a hold over from his mercenary days. Get him off the subject! :smalltongue:
Trissy raises an eyebrow. Okaaaayyyy... anyways... Yeah! I could set you up with one of my friends!
That'd be awesome.
Evan says gratefully before he points to his sleeve.
Sorry about the weirdness. I just did that sort of work for a rather long time and it's muscle memory at this point.
It's fine, reflexes and all.
What do you look for in a woman, soldier boy?
Dunno how to explain it... Decent bit of wit is always nice. I've never really thought about it. Just went around talking to people.
So you wouldn't mind a neutered half-ogre half-dragon pirate? Who could tell jokes? She grins teasingly.
Evan's eyes widen for a second before his expression becomes annoyed.
Gah, you know what I mean. Thanks for that mental image by the way.
Heh. Trissy grins. Any specific races? Like, elves or dwarves?
Evan grins at the mention of dwarves.
I'm scarred of anyone who can punch me in the shin.
Everyone else can kick you, though. Or is that an analogy?
I'm thinking analogy but I'm not quite sure what you mean. :smalltongue:
Trissy smirks. I'm assuming you don't have a hieght or beard fetish?
Evan gets a slightly frightened expression there for a second. :smalltongue:
Definitely not.
Trissy laughs. Kidding, kidding.
I'm starting to think you don't actually know anyone and your just taking advantage of this chance to screw with my mind.
Evan says, pretending to sound offended.
I know a lot of people! Why would I screw with you? She looks pretend angry. I'm trying to help you do that with one of my friends!
Evan turns pink for just a fraction of a second before grinning again.
Got a funny way of showing it.
C'mon, you know I'm joking.
I know, I know.
Trissy grins and sips her milk silently.
Evan sits back in his chair.
Trissy goes upstairs. See ya later, Blondie!
Evan laughs.
You too, Trissy!
Marty moves over to Trissy quickly. Love...who's he?
I'm assuming Marty came upstairs.
Just... someone I met.
Marty smiles. Oh! Alright, what's his name... He'll move to wrap his hands around her waist.