#baronyofthesilverwolf

"He ain't dumb."

"Course not, he's smart enough to be into you" She elbows the nocker back with a smile

She turns five kinds of pink.

"Um. You know, he wore glasses as a kid."

"Coke-bottles."

Even so, after the flash of hot pink, her spirals are glowing in happy coral.

"He sees you just fine" She assures "You're self illuminating"

Mumble-grumble. "No accountin' fer furkin' taste."

"He thinks I'm pretty." She whispers, a rush of confession.

"You are, Sparkletop. Always were"

She punches Gwen in the arm, rather lightly. More for the sake of her own knuckles.

"Deal with it, it's a fact" She smiles at the punch

"Oh, fer the love of farklenarb."

"Hey , at least your'e not so tall you intimidate half the hetero guys out there"

"Except the sculpture and the redcap, huh?"

She's distracting herself from her guilt over her mom by talking about Thistle , and she's grateful Thistle is letting her do it

"David is a friend, but he doesn't have flesh and blood drives, as for Crawford? He doesn't want any complications like 'dating'" But she looks a bit thoughtful, and not in a bad way, at mention of him

"Date the rock, schtup the pitbull?"

HER turn to blush, violently "Geezus Thistle"

"Am I wrong?"

"Actually, maybe.. the non date I had with Crawford was actually a really FUN date IF it counted" she admits then a beat "I do miss schtuping. Been awhile"

A blush again

"SO? Be friends with benefits. He ain't scared of you."

"Or, y'know, date a troll. Or a whatsit - ghille dhu? They're tall."

"Ghille Dhu are too fragile.. bit of banality and they head right to grumphood, and a fellow troll probably wouldn't be comfortable keeping it ..casual"

"I heard the baroness's ex - that absolute unit with the Warhammer Axe? - I heard she's datin' a sluagh shorter'n me."

"I'm not into the sluagh aesthtic, shallow, I know" She admits

"You gotta wonder how that works. I think he'd fit in her...."

"And yeah, Dagmar and Symon are a ..." BLINK at 'fit in her' "Okay I'm starting to see why someone who can fit anywhere MIGHT intribue a girl, but again I say 'Geezus, Thirstle'"

"...pocket. What were YOU thinkin'?"

"I can yeet you, you know this right?" She reminds

She howls with laughter.

SNERK despite her best attempts "You're rotten" But she can't really be mad

"Oh, for sure. This place is a terrible influence. Plus, y'know, raisin cookies."

'BLah, treacherous Chocolate Chip look aliikes"

"Right? See, that made me Like This."

"Years of raisin poisoning."

"Explains the shortness"

"Hey, I am of average height!"

"...I mean, that's what, 5'4"?"

She hovers a hand a bit over her head.

"but on you six inches of it is HAIR" A smirk

"You love my hair."

"Damn it, I do" She concedes

"I could dye yours!"

A pause. "Gonna take forever to bleach it, mind."

"Yeah, it doesn't take well to the dye" She nods "Nice of you to offer but I'll probably skip" She ponders "did think of some twine or something interwoven in it"

"Oh, I bet hair chalk could work. It's temporary."

"mmm Hair Chalk" She ponders "That might look bitching, Indigo you think?" Her native american complexion and the blue of trolls mixes a bit

"I was thinking turquoise - brighter against the black."