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27.Jul.22, 10:25 AM
What even was her love life anymore? Everything was becoming a complicated mess but she wasn't really even mad at any of the men. It was just how their lives were and she had danced her way into them so she couldn't expect them all to change what they knew for her. "Don't date, Wally. It gets kind of messy... which I guess you know something about." Who had Wally been in life and how had he ended up as a skeleton in a closet that watched people have steamy hook-ups? She probably didn't want to know.
By the time Geric came out, Mylorah was having a staring contest with Wally. It was hard to tell who was winning since he lacked eyes but she felt she was holding her own against him and silently declared herself the winner when she broke contact to smile at the younger brother and wave off his apology. “Our friendship keeps hitting a lot of rocks,” she had moved on from anger so he wasn’t in risk of being punched, though he did deserve it for trying to knock her out with vinegar. Instead, she went for playfulness as she had a reputation to give Geric because while she wasn’t always the quickest and knew she was still definitely intentionally left in the dark, a distraction of sorts would be needed.
Mylorah grabbed a fistful of the nice shirt Geric was wearing and gave it a little yank to pull them closer together as she smiled sweetly at the man. It helped leave him a little rumpled which was a good start but it really was all about the hair. “We entered together, Geric. You said yourself what that often means.” She ran her fingers through his hair, mussing it up just enough to make it look like she had enjoyed playing with his hair while they kissed. Mission accomplished, Mylorah smiled again and stepped back to admire her work, giving him a nod of approval.
“Well-kissed lips are missing though. I dunno, suck on your lips or pull them,” Mylorah did the same, worrying her lower lip as she ran her fingers through her own hair a few times to make it look played with and then made an attempt to smooth it down like she had done a time or two over the years before leaving a closet. Even for a rouse, she just couldn’t bring herself to kiss Geric right then. For one thing, he was probably gay and wouldn’t appreciate her tongue down his throat but a dead man was very effective when it came to killing a libido.
Satisfied with their appearances, Mylorah held out her hand for Geric. “I’m ready to be whisked around the dance floor now, good sir.”
By the time Geric came out, Mylorah was having a staring contest with Wally. It was hard to tell who was winning since he lacked eyes but she felt she was holding her own against him and silently declared herself the winner when she broke contact to smile at the younger brother and wave off his apology. “Our friendship keeps hitting a lot of rocks,” she had moved on from anger so he wasn’t in risk of being punched, though he did deserve it for trying to knock her out with vinegar. Instead, she went for playfulness as she had a reputation to give Geric because while she wasn’t always the quickest and knew she was still definitely intentionally left in the dark, a distraction of sorts would be needed.
Mylorah grabbed a fistful of the nice shirt Geric was wearing and gave it a little yank to pull them closer together as she smiled sweetly at the man. It helped leave him a little rumpled which was a good start but it really was all about the hair. “We entered together, Geric. You said yourself what that often means.” She ran her fingers through his hair, mussing it up just enough to make it look like she had enjoyed playing with his hair while they kissed. Mission accomplished, Mylorah smiled again and stepped back to admire her work, giving him a nod of approval.
“Well-kissed lips are missing though. I dunno, suck on your lips or pull them,” Mylorah did the same, worrying her lower lip as she ran her fingers through her own hair a few times to make it look played with and then made an attempt to smooth it down like she had done a time or two over the years before leaving a closet. Even for a rouse, she just couldn’t bring herself to kiss Geric right then. For one thing, he was probably gay and wouldn’t appreciate her tongue down his throat but a dead man was very effective when it came to killing a libido.
Satisfied with their appearances, Mylorah held out her hand for Geric. “I’m ready to be whisked around the dance floor now, good sir.”
