Does that mean I'll have to dress like a nun next time? I kinda get the feeling if I were wearing a potato sack you'd still find some way to compliment me.
( she doesn't laugh in return, but her tone of voice certainly suggested she was certainly enjoying this brief joke between the two. once they were further in, she stood her ground for a brief moment as she waited for him to look at the kitchen. the overall layout and design wasn't anything unusual, a simple soft blue and white pallet with the usual devices— a large island for food preparation, a posh modern fridge, a stove and oven set, and a dishwasher and sink layout. the only things that truly stood out were a few personal items belonging to reira, primarily a few journals and sheets of music paper scattered away in one corner.
when he finally asked her to lead the way and returned his attention back to her, the space beyond the kitchen seemed to illuminate, revealing that the space that was suppose to be a living room was a mixture of that and a small recording studio type setup with more neutral colors. a full liquor bar was to the side on a glass display, and beyond the walls of living room were her bedroom, a dedicated bathroom, and a few other rooms filled with things he would soon come to see. )
Come on, follow me. I've been thinking about what kind of song I should sing just in case you do end up impressing me with your food. I thought maybe I should sing a song I really like or one of the old ones from my band, or something original. I ended up finding just the right song in one of the shops here and was able to extract the melody so I could sing along to it.
That is.....( as they walked further in, she turned on her heel and simply looked up at him with a smirk on her face. ) if you impress me of course. Otherwise you'll just have to leave with your tail tucked between your legs. ( or given the nature of the resort, he'd have to leave immediately and accept the warm embrace of a cold shower. )
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( she doesn't laugh in return, but her tone of voice certainly suggested she was certainly enjoying this brief joke between the two. once they were further in, she stood her ground for a brief moment as she waited for him to look at the kitchen. the overall layout and design wasn't anything unusual, a simple soft blue and white pallet with the usual devices— a large island for food preparation, a posh modern fridge, a stove and oven set, and a dishwasher and sink layout. the only things that truly stood out were a few personal items belonging to reira, primarily a few journals and sheets of music paper scattered away in one corner.
when he finally asked her to lead the way and returned his attention back to her, the space beyond the kitchen seemed to illuminate, revealing that the space that was suppose to be a living room was a mixture of that and a small recording studio type setup with more neutral colors. a full liquor bar was to the side on a glass display, and beyond the walls of living room were her bedroom, a dedicated bathroom, and a few other rooms filled with things he would soon come to see. )
Come on, follow me. I've been thinking about what kind of song I should sing just in case you do end up impressing me with your food. I thought maybe I should sing a song I really like or one of the old ones from my band, or something original. I ended up finding just the right song in one of the shops here and was able to extract the melody so I could sing along to it.
That is.....( as they walked further in, she turned on her heel and simply looked up at him with a smirk on her face. ) if you impress me of course. Otherwise you'll just have to leave with your tail tucked between your legs. ( or given the nature of the resort, he'd have to leave immediately and accept the warm embrace of a cold shower. )