[ So his chest glows like Morse code for a second or two, because of course he's a moron wearing a tank top under an open button-down. Oh well. Just little flickers of longing and affection and wariness, like normal people have, and an easy grin. ]
[The wariness makes her heart twist, and she pulls her hand away. She only hesitates for a second, though, forcing herself back into teasing mode. It's fine. Totally fine.]
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[She would have said that no matter what his answer had been.]
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What's that supposed to mean?
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[ Was he just tapping his fingers idly against the bartop? Don't worry about it, he stopped. ]
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Uh-huh. You're chill all the time.
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So what're Aries people supposed to be like?
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Awesome.
[Duh.]
Uh, intense, impulsive. You know. Fiery.
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[ Look, astrology isn't real, why would he care about the details here. ]
Figured hard-headed'd be on the list.
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You like that I'm stubborn?
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Eh, s'not your worst quality.
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Okay, so what's my worst quality?
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[ The only winning move is not to play. ]
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[She sounds sincere, at least.]
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[She sounds completely skeptical.]
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Hmm. Maybe you have bad taste.
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Thought you already decided I did, with the, uh, Hawaiian shirts and all.
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