Well then. Didn't she have him down to a tee? And with those compliments, he was fighting a blush. Come on, a kick-ass, cool and bad-ass pyrokinetic couldn't very well be caught blushing, could he? "You missed the fact that I play the guitar," he mumbled, taking a larger gulp of beer and pointing over to the corner of the room where an old acoustic was resting against the wall, half-hidden by a bookcase.
"And yes, have a go at making my hair less messy later if you really want to." There was a smile there, as he poked his food with his chopsticks. What was going on here? He wasn't used to this, and thus felt a bit out of his element. "So is it my turn to ask questions now?"
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"And yes, have a go at making my hair less messy later if you really want to." There was a smile there, as he poked his food with his chopsticks. What was going on here? He wasn't used to this, and thus felt a bit out of his element. "So is it my turn to ask questions now?"