Past] I'm Old School, like flowers, dates and stuff

There was a fight breaking out in his mind, two side of himself whispering, arguing between themselves over the scene before him. This little waif, wearing his shirt like it belonged to her even as it drowned her frame he couldn’t get past just how perfectly it looked on her. Beautiful. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, almost like a fish to answer her, but the words wouldn’t quite form at first. He’d stammer out his reply, even if his heart rate raised a notch with her calling it a date. The rational part of his mind reminded him, whores didn’t date, but this wasn’t a brothel and Mina wasn’t… well, she wasn’t like any other girl, not to him. [color=#c10300]“I. I’ll em. We can. That’s fine. Maybe do a day thing first, baby steps, seein’ as you never been anywhere.” [/color]Colt swallowed, eyes drifting off and awkwardly rolling his shoulder as he thought about the list.

They’d shift to her legs, following their path to the table and joining him. He tried to pick something else up to eat, but paused as she spoke about being comfortable. A quiet chuckle fell from him, since he wasn’t sure how with his own damn suggestion she could wear his clothes. Then there was another thought which caused his eyes to narrow briefly, [color=#c10300]“Plus, the boys see you in that, I’mma have to beat them off you… I could have used a better word there.”[/color] Cheeks flushed a little, but then she was climbing back into his lap again and he’d shift to accommodate, giving her every bit of room she needed. Which wasn’t much given just how tiny she was. The shirt really put it into perspective for him.

She’d take his hand to feel and while his hand didn’t shake, the thief’s toes curled, shifting his hand once she’d released it to wrap around her instead. [color=#c10300]“Yeah, but you can’t blame a guy for being a lil off. You look… pretty cute. Nearly mistook you for a dwarf.” [/color]The grin behind her was cheek, tongue catching between his teeth with mischief. Colt’s nose breathed in the scent of fresh soap, cooling the heat in his cheeks before he leaned into the chairs back. Idly his fingers would play with the fold of the fabric, a nervous rubbing of the fibres between his fingers to keep him in some sort of check.

Gaze drifting off from watching her eat, Colt mulled over her question. He couldn’t keep it a surprise, not completely, [color=#c10300]“A few places come to mind, the coast ain’t far, there’s a few villages, some old ruins… but… ain’t you got somewhere in mind?” [/color]