Obviously, I am trying to walk back what was clearly sarcasm and save myself from being menaced in a dockside alleyway.
[ Don't make her admit she's a woman and the rules of basic safety are different for women. It'll only embarrass the both of them if she has to turn the menaced (or worse) from metatext to text. ]
You'll scare the idea out of anyone's ambitious minds with a glare long before then. Wear something you don't mind getting dirty, bring something sharp or a bottle to break over someone's head, and you'll be fine.
[ Wait, does he... actually want to hang out with her again? There will be some mental recalibrating here as she adjusts to the concept. That their dynamic might not be entirely characterised by week old kittens that hiss violently at everyone and everything and the people who are, for whatever reason, charmed by the tiny clawed combatants. Weird. ]
Your confidence in my withering stare is reassuring. [ More sarcasm. Maybe. ] Alright. I suppose you could use my protection.
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[ It takes a little longer to sort out when, exactly - her life is brimful with tedious engagements and social appearances; and where, and what the contingency plan is should things go awry. (He doesn't say, "I'll push you into the thick of it and run," which surprises her a bit, and disappoints her an equal amount. The opportunity was right there!) Her clothing is unremarkable and she quite misses her jewelry - it's all hard won at the card table, after all - but he's quite right when he advises accessorising with a concealable blade.
All in all? Pretty fun! Especially once she gets the hang of sitting directly on the alleyway flagstones without her feet falling asleep.
Her shoes do get muddy, though. A tragedy, that. ]
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Obviously, I am trying to walk back what was clearly sarcasm and save myself from being menaced in a dockside alleyway.
[ Don't make her admit she's a woman and the rules of basic safety are different for women. It'll only embarrass the both of them if she has to turn the menaced (or worse) from metatext to text. ]
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You'll scare the idea out of anyone's ambitious minds with a glare long before then. Wear something you don't mind getting dirty, bring something sharp or a bottle to break over someone's head, and you'll be fine.
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Your confidence in my withering stare is reassuring. [ More sarcasm. Maybe. ] Alright. I suppose you could use my protection.
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Not to mention a knowledgeable guide. You do live here.
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There is that.
[ It takes a little longer to sort out when, exactly - her life is brimful with tedious engagements and social appearances; and where, and what the contingency plan is should things go awry. (He doesn't say, "I'll push you into the thick of it and run," which surprises her a bit, and disappoints her an equal amount. The opportunity was right there!) Her clothing is unremarkable and she quite misses her jewelry - it's all hard won at the card table, after all - but he's quite right when he advises accessorising with a concealable blade.
All in all? Pretty fun! Especially once she gets the hang of sitting directly on the alleyway flagstones without her feet falling asleep.
Her shoes do get muddy, though. A tragedy, that. ]