There was something helplessly open about the dude, no matter how antiquated his speech was: Roxy found herself charmed fully, in part due to how earnest the guy seemed and in part due to something she couldn't quite name. All she could really tell was that she wanted to know him, whether or not that ended up with an angry girlfriend in the long run because Roxy didn't know how to keep the flirting down (and Jake there apparently didn't know how not to flirt back).
"Man, you are one hell of an honest dude. Totes don't raise 'em up like you anymore," she lamented, shaking her head. "Seriously, though, I really DGAF if you wanna be flounce it all around and be like, 'yo sweet datemite of mine! I totes just nabbed you this sickass li'l tentacle bud, and also, here's a hot girl that I found.'" But, well, Jake had already made pretty clear that he wanted to be honest about it, so no reason for Roxy not to revel in all the marvel that was gonna rain down on her head.
Wrist grabs weren't really the most comfortable of all things for Roxy to be getting led by, so she twisted her hand out of Jake's grip; physical contact wasn't something she really had an issue with, though, so she just hooked her arm into Jake's elbow for the course of their journey. "Jakey, you can't be gettin' on with THAT noise. I'm sure she's totes heads over heels for you, no matter HOW amazin' a girl she is. Just 'cause she's super great don't mean that you suddenly have to be less great than her or somethin'." Maybe she was reading too much into that statement, but damn it, Roxy had dealt with a large gaggle of peeps that had done that sly self-deprecating BS and her first instinct was always to smash the hell out of it when it cropped up.
At Jake's last statement, Roxy found her eyebrows raising a great deal as well as a short snort pushing through her nose. An incredulous snort, though. Jesus, why couldn't she just giggle or something? "Ooooooh-MG, dude. Yeah, I'm sure that a threesome is one hell of a gift." God damn it.
Roxy: Holy shit.
"Man, you are one hell of an honest dude. Totes don't raise 'em up like you anymore," she lamented, shaking her head. "Seriously, though, I really DGAF if you wanna be flounce it all around and be like, 'yo sweet datemite of mine! I totes just nabbed you this sickass li'l tentacle bud, and also, here's a hot girl that I found.'" But, well, Jake had already made pretty clear that he wanted to be honest about it, so no reason for Roxy not to revel in all the marvel that was gonna rain down on her head.
Wrist grabs weren't really the most comfortable of all things for Roxy to be getting led by, so she twisted her hand out of Jake's grip; physical contact wasn't something she really had an issue with, though, so she just hooked her arm into Jake's elbow for the course of their journey. "Jakey, you can't be gettin' on with THAT noise. I'm sure she's totes heads over heels for you, no matter HOW amazin' a girl she is. Just 'cause she's super great don't mean that you suddenly have to be less great than her or somethin'." Maybe she was reading too much into that statement, but damn it, Roxy had dealt with a large gaggle of peeps that had done that sly self-deprecating BS and her first instinct was always to smash the hell out of it when it cropped up.
At Jake's last statement, Roxy found her eyebrows raising a great deal as well as a short snort pushing through her nose. An incredulous snort, though. Jesus, why couldn't she just giggle or something? "Ooooooh-MG, dude. Yeah, I'm sure that a threesome is one hell of a gift." God damn it.