“Any Blamo Mac ‘N Cheese available?” She leaned her chin into the palm of her hand with a smile, batting those eyelashes that could stop men dead in their tracks. She scribbled and nodded to her, turning to walk away.
“I don’t think I’ve ever met a waiter who hasn’t told me their name.” She chuckled when he turned, scratching the back of his head.
“I… uh, sorry. I just get so carried away with helping my mom I forget how to do this. I’m Gob.”
“I’m Symphony. Don’t worry about it, I really just wanted an excuse to get your name.” She smiled, turning her back to him and pulling out a book. He blinked at her for a few seconds, turning and giving the paper to his adoptive mother. Carol kissed his cheek, pointing at the girl she had been watching so closely.
“I think she thinks you’re cute, Gobbie. Go chat with her!” She pushed her son, giving him no option, with a small smile. Gob turned back to Carol, who simply waved him off and started cooking. He stood for a moment, taking a step every minute or so. He wasn’t used to girls… well, pretty Smoothskin girls, giving him the time of day. Let alone think he was cute.
“Trying to find a way to sit and talk with me, Gob? Just sit down.” She sighed, lifting her head form her book and dog earing the page. He sat, avoiding her eyes.
“Sorry about Ahzrukhal, not all ghouls are like that…” He trailed off, earning a laugh from Symphony.
“I figured that when you came over here with that shy half smile of yours. Ghouls and guys are all alike. Just because one’s a whore doesn’t mean the majority is. You dig what I mean?” She crossed her legs upon her chair, leaning over to get closer to Gob. He nodded in reply, avoiding her eyes with the upmost awkwardness.
“So, City of Ghouls huh? You live here your whole life?” Symphony asked, nodding to Carol who set her food in front of her, then a second bowl for Gob. He looked up at his mother who simply smiled and kissed him on the head. The boy couldn’t help but blush, looking down from the girl’s giggling.
“That’s so cute! Don’t be embarrassed of your mom!” The Lone Wanderer encourage, taking his chin within her hand and raising his gaze.
Re: Impress Me (prt 3/ ?)
“I don’t think I’ve ever met a waiter who hasn’t told me their name.” She chuckled when he turned, scratching the back of his head.
“I… uh, sorry. I just get so carried away with helping my mom I forget how to do this. I’m Gob.”
“I’m Symphony. Don’t worry about it, I really just wanted an excuse to get your name.” She smiled, turning her back to him and pulling out a book. He blinked at her for a few seconds, turning and giving the paper to his adoptive mother. Carol kissed his cheek, pointing at the girl she had been watching so closely.
“I think she thinks you’re cute, Gobbie. Go chat with her!” She pushed her son, giving him no option, with a small smile. Gob turned back to Carol, who simply waved him off and started cooking. He stood for a moment, taking a step every minute or so. He wasn’t used to girls… well, pretty Smoothskin girls, giving him the time of day. Let alone think he was cute.
“Trying to find a way to sit and talk with me, Gob? Just sit down.” She sighed, lifting her head form her book and dog earing the page. He sat, avoiding her eyes.
“Sorry about Ahzrukhal, not all ghouls are like that…” He trailed off, earning a laugh from Symphony.
“I figured that when you came over here with that shy half smile of yours. Ghouls and guys are all alike. Just because one’s a whore doesn’t mean the majority is. You dig what I mean?” She crossed her legs upon her chair, leaning over to get closer to Gob. He nodded in reply, avoiding her eyes with the upmost awkwardness.
“So, City of Ghouls huh? You live here your whole life?” Symphony asked, nodding to Carol who set her food in front of her, then a second bowl for Gob. He looked up at his mother who simply smiled and kissed him on the head. The boy couldn’t help but blush, looking down from the girl’s giggling.
“That’s so cute! Don’t be embarrassed of your mom!” The Lone Wanderer encourage, taking his chin within her hand and raising his gaze.