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[evocation]

Uh... I don't know. Be more specific.

[withmeinparadise]

...More specific?

[evocation]

Like, what? Looks? Personality?

[Maybe she's stalling a little.]

What's your type?

[withmeinparadise]

Both?

[ how is this hard ]

I asked first.

[evocation]

Uh... I don't know. I don't date a lot? I kind of suck at it. I usually stick to like... you know. One night stands. But telling you my type for that is kind of different, right?

[withmeinparadise]

So tell me for one-night stands.

[ Because let's be real here, he doesn't date a lot, either. ]

[evocation]

Um... I don't know. Charismatic, funny, not a creep? Muscles are good, on guys or girls. And I like when people are a lot taller than me.

[withmeinparadise]

You got good taste.

[ Please don't let that be hope coming through his hand, some stupid heartened sensation at the fact that she basically just described him. (Good thing she doesn't appear to care about modesty.) ]

[evocation]

Thanks.

[Kyna, a moron, is oblivious to the fact that she just described him.]

What about yours?

[withmeinparadise]

[ He sorta shrugs. ]

Eh, I'm not too picky. Helps if she's pretty, though.

[evocation]

[She wrinkles her nose, unimpressed.]

That's it?

[withmeinparadise]

Eh. [ what're you looking for, kyna, a novel here ] I mean, it'd be nice if we had a good conversation beforehand, but it ain't exactly...y'know, we used to move a lot.

[evocation]

What about, like... personality?

[withmeinparadise]

I like 'em feisty. [ That, at least, is an easy thing to call. ] Someone knows what she likes and goes for it? That's my kinda girl.

[evocation]

[Her head tilts, considering.]

Okay, better.

[withmeinparadise]

[ He laughs a little. ]

I don't do a lotta the dating thing, either. Not a lotta reason to get picky about someone I'm never gonna see again.

[evocation]

Yeah, I guess so. You moved around that much?

[withmeinparadise]

For a while, yeah.

[evocation]

Did you ever get sick of it?

[withmeinparadise]

Seeing new places, doing new things? Nah. That was the best. Now, when we were running from the law, eh--maybe not my favourite. But still better than sticking around.

[ A pause, and then, mildly curious: ]

If you coulda stayed in New York forever, you woulda, huh?

[evocation]

Maybe. I don't know. I never left the country or anything before coming here.

[So she's not sure.]

Why was moving so much better than sticking around?

[withmeinparadise]

What was there to stick around for? You had reasons to stay in the city. We, uh--we didn't, after a while.

[evocation]

Oh.

[That's kind of a bummer, actually.]

But, um... You have reasons to stick around here, right?

[withmeinparadise]

[ He shrugs. ]

I mean, we're kinda stuck.

[evocation]

Well, yeah, but I mean... You know...

[She's being so, so articulate.]

You'd warn me if you were gonna leave the city, right?