[Well. That's sure a thing. The tension eases as Rose gives him a curious look, mildly surprised.]
You knit? [She arches an eyebrow, firing his words back at him.] "Didn't think you'd be the type".
[He'd kind of struck her as a bit of a fuckboy, really. A virgin fuckboy, anyway. And knitting isn't the sort of hobby that type typically goes for. Too "feminine" or whatever traditional gender roles-based bullshit.]
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You knit? [She arches an eyebrow, firing his words back at him.] "Didn't think you'd be the type".
[He'd kind of struck her as a bit of a fuckboy, really. A virgin fuckboy, anyway. And knitting isn't the sort of hobby that type typically goes for. Too "feminine" or whatever traditional gender roles-based bullshit.]