daph
She/Her
thirty-two
september 20
rustboro
Demisexual
Fashion Designer
rising star
born into this dying world, its time is up
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DAPHNE STONE
diver
POSTED ON Oct 28, 2020 4:45:21 GMT
he--
... how does she deal with this? she could have dealt with someone who was more serious, or someone who was far more open to getting.. straight to the point, in terms of work and such. she would have been alright if that was all he came to discuss. she would have been fine if that's all that came from his lips. she would have been prepared to say anything - literally anything else - but here he was, offering some free time? and with a smile to boot, exuding charisma that she, personally, would have slicked away from. the brunette is at a loss of words, listening to his mannerisms after the fact.
"er.. well.." she clears her throat, narrowing verdant eyes to make sense of his offer. "it is.. certainly something that i can discuss with your mother, yes. but if that's all--" what was the point of him offering something like.. this? and out of the blue? still, it doesn't look like he had any malicious intent (she's aware, fully, of how incompetent she looks to other companies. she tries not to turn into a laughing stock, and fails in every regard when thrown into an environment ill suited for her).
still, it was in poor taste to turn down an invitation, especially when she, genuinely, had nothing else scheduled after the meeting. it was a habit to finish things far earlier, which left her days open for reading and lounging around. still, there was something intriguing about his offer.
she sighs in defeat, leaning back into her seat as she crossed a leg over the other. "what kind of game do you have in mind, zane?"
notes she's internally become the surprised pikachu face
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