Richie draws his hand back, blinking wide. Then he pats at her hair again, the strands just as thin, just as bendable as his own, and yet they felt so solid. Rock hard.
He finally draws back wholesale, the brims of his ears going red. That was all very touchy-feely, wasn't it? Better leave off, even if laying off the gaping was going to be difficult. On top of being alien she was also frighteningly beautiful. Not in the way Beverly was, or the silver screen sirens that trotted over his tv. Just a very foreign, untouchable vision. Like something out of an old painting.]
What do you mean, you're very safe? Sounds like what someone dangerous would say. [He takes the glasses off again and sets to fiddling with the tape in the middle. Maybe there's enough stick-em left in there to gum the two halves back together.] You gonna carve me up and put me in a necklace for revenge? All those diamonds we've been sticking in rings and shit, seems like it's your time to give back what you've been getting.
[That's how it'd go in a comic book. Maybe it's the kind of alien Superman would have to fight. She doesn't seem so bad though, and he's still stealing furtive peaks at the strange shine of her hair. It really did look like a thousand crystals, spitting rainbows every which way.]
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[What the hell?
Richie draws his hand back, blinking wide. Then he pats at her hair again, the strands just as thin, just as bendable as his own, and yet they felt so solid. Rock hard.
He finally draws back wholesale, the brims of his ears going red. That was all very touchy-feely, wasn't it? Better leave off, even if laying off the gaping was going to be difficult. On top of being alien she was also frighteningly beautiful. Not in the way Beverly was, or the silver screen sirens that trotted over his tv. Just a very foreign, untouchable vision. Like something out of an old painting.]
What do you mean, you're very safe? Sounds like what someone dangerous would say. [He takes the glasses off again and sets to fiddling with the tape in the middle. Maybe there's enough stick-em left in there to gum the two halves back together.] You gonna carve me up and put me in a necklace for revenge? All those diamonds we've been sticking in rings and shit, seems like it's your time to give back what you've been getting.
[That's how it'd go in a comic book. Maybe it's the kind of alien Superman would have to fight. She doesn't seem so bad though, and he's still stealing furtive peaks at the strange shine of her hair. It really did look like a thousand crystals, spitting rainbows every which way.]