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He could almost smell the anxiety coming off her pores and it had the blonde smiling. Her words - or her reaction - did nothing to deter him, though, and he took her words as a yes. He supposed it was rather personal and really, it was none of his business, but he was curious. She could always tell him to fuck off if she wanted.
"Why do you cling to your virginity so?" He asked, head tilting. "I mean, why is it so important to you?" He quickly corrected himself. He'd never understand why some seemed to think their virginity was something important. Something they could only give away to someone special. Perhaps it was different with women. Perhaps it was only different for some.
He looked at her, a loopsided smile caressing his lips. "I'll keep that in mind for the next time." He promised, his smile growing into a smirk. It was a new thing, really; Most women seemed too keen on playing a game rather than getting the truth served on a silver platter in front of him. He'd never understood why, but he was adaptable.
A breath fell from his lips as the warmth of the hallway hit his face. While he didn't mind the cold, he much preferred the comfortable warmth inside, and usually summer, had to offer. He had never liked being restricted in terms of wearing too much clothing. As if to answer her question, he leaned to the side and tossed his computer into a nearby trash can. "Don't think there's much hope for this, I'm afraid." He shrugged; He saved everything on his cloud, so he didn't exactly lose any progress, which was what really mattered.
There was quite a lot of answers he could have given to her questions. Many of which would have put him in a better light and many that would have been an outright lie. Instead, he opted for parts of the truth. It was generally easier that way.
A small smile formed on his lips and his eyes moved to the books. "I'm a writer." He replied. He offered something of a shrug, but his eyes didn't move to hers again. Being a writer had always been a sensitive topic for him. It wasn't something he enjoyed discussing and none but his teachers or his sister had ever read anything he'd written.
A smile caressed his lips at the compliment; He was well aware, though a compliment was always appreciated. Especially when it was directed at him. "Thank you." He replied with ease. She was a peculiar thing, for sure. Not nearly as shy as he'd thought her to be at first. Or rather, her curiosity seemed to win over the shy part of her. It was a breath of fresh air; Too many people seemed to hold their virginity so tightly to their chest as if it was a valuable treasure.
His head tilted, only slightly disappointed she'd let go of his arm. A soft chuckle escaped him and the disappointment quickly fell away as she returned to his side, her arm warm against his. "Congratulations." He mused, but quickly continued. "I never doubted you. I just needed an excuse." He offered, nodding towards her arm around his.
He scoffed lightly, amusement visible on his features. He supposed he could understand why some would. From his experience, most people weren't what he'd consider reliable. He wasn't. At least not with certain things. What she mentioned, though, didn't seem like a huge commitment - even if it didn't end the way he was hoping it would.
"I'd show up." He said easily, one shoulder shrugging. He would, too, if the offer was ever given to him. Perhaps not only for the cooking, but that hardly mattered.
He could almost see the thoughts swirling around the brunette's head, and while he couldn't interpret them, he had a feeling he guess what they were about. Still, he remained silent as he watched her. There seemed to be little he could say to ease her mind. And truly, there was only one way he knew to buff her confidence; She needed to step out of the box she held so comfortably around herself. While she didn't need to take a huge leap, she needed to do something that made her feel comfortable in her own body.
She spoke then and Isaac chuckled softly. "I'm not in the business of telling you what you should or shouldn't do. It doesn't matter what I think. What matters is what you think." He shrugged; After all, it was the truth. He could tell her to continue down this path to ease her mind - or he could tell her not to, but at the end of the day, it was a decision she had to make on her own.
"If you want to do it, then do it. If you don't want to, then dont." He ran a hand through his hair, lips pursing in light amusement. "Can I ask you a question, though?"
There was little he could counter with. Instead, the blonde simply nodded. After all, she was right. At least from his experience, knowing that people had ulterior motives and accepting it, was generally the healthier option. Though, that was easy for him to say, considering how he didn't really care.
He turned his attention to the books; few of which caught his attention. While he enjoyed food, he'd never had much interest in making it. Not beyond the need to eat to survive, anyways. That didn't mean he didn't appreciate someone who differed from him in that aspect. He grinned, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "You should teach me sometime." He offered casually.
It was lacking the ability to look sexy, but rather, she didn't feel it. While Isaac didn't necessarily understand it, he knew a lot of people felt that way. To him, it had never been an issue, but then again, he'd never had any moral compass stopping him from growing comfortable with his own body in the eyes of others. Maybe that was the key difference. "Your loss." He offered with a wink. It truly was, but he didn't think she realized that. Ah, well.
One hand moved from her hip to her wrist. He lifted it in the air and flipped it, so that the back of it was resting against her own cheek. "It's all about perception, dear." He said. "If you think you're nothing but cute, that's all you'll ever be." He offered a shrug at that, stepping back and letting go of her hand, and her waist.
"You need to get out of your own head space." He didn't know how else to put it. Being too delicate surely wouldn't work here. "Find out what makes you feel sexy and use it."
He nodded at that; After all, it was perfectly understandable. Of course, it wasn't lost on him that he was one of those people. It didn't bother him, of course, but it was food for thought nonetheless. "Why do you think people feed the need to hide themselves then?" He asked instead, genuine curiosity coloring his blue eyes.
He was only slightly disappointed when he felt the warmth of her touch leave his arm. A small smile caressed his features as he followed her, eyes watching her as her attention was drawn towards the books. "Not willingly." He offered with a shrug. "But certain things are a necessity when you leave the nest." That and his sister was awful in the kitchen.
The girl seemed to pay Isaac little to no mind henceforth, which suited him just fine. He slanted his eyes at the other blonde, unable to keep the grin off his lips as he leaned in. A hand came to rest around the other man's shoulders and he sighed heavily.
"Careful, Carter." He grinned at the man. "You might make me realize that the grass truly is greener on the other side of the fence." He took another swig from his drink before sighing. "Can't give this poor girl more competition now, can we? Can't you see how hard she's trying to win your affections?" He shook his head slowly, as if saddened by the thought.
He nodded as she spoke: He supposed he could understand why she felt like that. People were complex in their own right and more often than not, had ulterior motives behind anything they did. Unlike animals, no human was ever truly good. Even those considered so always had a reason for the good deeds they did, be it feeling better about themselves or something entirely different. By nature, humans were selfish.
"They're not very good at hiding their true emotions either, are they?" He asked, chuckling softly. "Kind of hard to misunderstand a dog wagging their tail or a cat hissing at you." He shrugged at that. He could understand why she'd prefer animals. Most people did these days.
Satisfied she'd taken his arm, the blonde turned his attention forward. Of course, he noticed the way she shyly looked away. He wondered then, that perhaps the girl wasn't too used to physical contact. At least not in this kind of way. What was the chances, that he'd only get the attention of the shy ones, lately? Ah, well. It hardly mattered.
He tilted his head towards her, a chuckle passing his lips. "Mmm." He mused. "No, it's actually more sandy." He'd kept it this way for years, though. "But let's keep that a secret between the two of us." He added, eyes slanting at her before he winked. It had actually been something he'd ended up doing out of boredom, but had ended up liking the results. Ironic, wasn't it? Moving up the stairs leading to the academy's doors, Isaac chuckled.
He looked at her, head tilting as his blue eyes slid over her form. No, the word 'sexy' wasn't something he'd ever associated with the brunette in front of him. She was cute, though. It, of course, had nothing to do with her appearance, but the way she carried herself. She seemed more eager to hide herself from the world than to show off and while that was perfectly okay, she was clearly in the wrong business for someone with that kind of mindset.
A mischievous smile formed on the blonde's lips and he moved. "Mmm, you already know my secret, but you've made it very clear you don't want to take part in it." A touch of disappointment hit his tone as he spoke. Slowly, he circled her until he was at her back. Hands reached out to rest on her hips. He pushed at her hips, moving her to face the large mirror to their side.
"What do you see?" He asked, lowering his chin to rest it on her shoulder as he watched her in the mirror.
When she returned to the dressing room, the blonde took a few steps away and sat down on a nearby seat. Resting his elbows against his thighs, he took the moment to glance around the boutique. Most of the people inside was women, which quite honestly, wasn't all that surprising. He supposed it was weird that Stagfort mostly offered businesses for the male clientele, but he wasn't in a position to complain.
He heard the curtains being drawn and his attention returned to the only female friend he had that he'd yet to actually sleep with. His blue eyes moved along her slender form, appreciating the way the dress sat on her body. It was still sexy, but in a way more suited for her. She looked somewhat more comfortable in it too.
"It suits you." He stated, pushing himself up. "You look more comfortable in it, too." Confidence was always sexy, and while that wasn't the brunette's strongest suit from what he could tell, at least the dress seemed to help. If only just a little. "Do you want my honest opinion?" He couldn't help the smirk.
He'd never understand how some people could suit a name, but he wasn't about to argue that, of course. It was nothing more than a name. It wasn't personal. Nor was it sentimental. It was a name the same way a book was just a book. "Thank you." He said simply. It felt appropriate, after all.
He followed her gaze and a small smile graced his lips. He turned his attention back to her as she looked up at him. "We can't all be good at everything." He offered with a shrug before offering the girl his arm. He tucked the broken laptop underneath his free one and looked at the doorway. Offering her his arm was no trouble. After all, few men would complain having a cute girl on their arm, regardless of the reason behind it.
