( Ah, wooden railing perching, one of her favourites. She contemplates several courses of action;
1. surprising him 2. clambering up next to him 3. waiting until he notices her
Sarissa decides, ultimately, on being moderately smooth. Rolls her shoulders, leans her neck to the side for a satisfying crackle, and smoothes her hands over the messy bun that her hair is pulled back into. She doesn't care about impressing people, it's just that she really cares about impressing people. She's in jeans and a sleeveless shirt with some oddly retro, fashionably faded out logo on the front.
When she approaches, finally, she's clears her throat quirks her brow, amused, and rolling a little pink mini-umbrella that she pilfered from a passing waitress between her fingers. )
It'd be too much to open with another knock-knock joke, right?
[ In the world, in general. Gabriel steps down from his perch without an excess of grace. He only ever moves with certainty when he is certain. He's not exactly sure about what to do about this woman, inviting herself into his proximity. He idles his phone, turning it around in his palm as he sweeps a look over her as he says; ]
I think you missed an opportunity for a 'walks into a bar' one, anyway.
[ He nods towards, you know, the bar. Raises a querying eyebrow. Shall we? ]
( Somehow she has slipped into both "sarcastic and too cool" mode as well as "slightly ridiculous nerd" mode, which might actually be her true form. Please tell no one. The point is that she nods, we shall, and starts to wander in that direction. )
An Australian and an American walk into a bar— and it's really impressive they both hit it, considering the height difference?
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ten years late, cinnamon rolls of penance
1. surprising him
2. clambering up next to him
3. waiting until he notices her
Sarissa decides, ultimately, on being moderately smooth. Rolls her shoulders, leans her neck to the side for a satisfying crackle, and smoothes her hands over the messy bun that her hair is pulled back into. She doesn't care about impressing people, it's just that she really cares about impressing people. She's in jeans and a sleeveless shirt with some oddly retro, fashionably faded out logo on the front.
When she approaches, finally, she's clears her throat quirks her brow, amused, and rolling a little pink mini-umbrella that she pilfered from a passing waitress between her fingers. )
It'd be too much to open with another knock-knock joke, right?
offers pumpkin spice lattes of retribution
[ In the world, in general. Gabriel steps down from his perch without an excess of grace. He only ever moves with certainty when he is certain. He's not exactly sure about what to do about this woman, inviting herself into his proximity. He idles his phone, turning it around in his palm as he sweeps a look over her as he says; ]
I think you missed an opportunity for a 'walks into a bar' one, anyway.
[ He nods towards, you know, the bar. Raises a querying eyebrow. Shall we? ]
A FEAST FOR BROS
( Somehow she has slipped into both "sarcastic and too cool" mode as well as "slightly ridiculous nerd" mode, which might actually be her true form. Please tell no one. The point is that she nods, we shall, and starts to wander in that direction. )
An Australian and an American walk into a bar— and it's really impressive they both hit it, considering the height difference?