[ She lets him, her fingers drifting over those soft, sweet lips; Mako has half a mind to ask him if they're this naturally pink always, or if he puts something or other on it. But he most likely doesn't, and it's all the more charming.
She's caught by him, attracted despite best intentions, and it takes effort to focus on what she wants to say. Mako winces, though, at the less-than-graceful bluntness of his words because she knows it's the truth, and a part of her is furious with them and their idiocy, that Raleigh isn't some prize stallion to -- mount, or something.
[She's kind of asked him that before, but this time it's different. She's not really goading him, or it doesn't feel like it. It just feels like he's talking to a friend, someone who understands something of what he's been through and who doesn't see him as a dick and a good time and he'd be a liar if he said he hasn't missed that.
Doesn't seek it out because people bother him but Raleigh Becket really doesn't do very well all on his own.]
I have to eat somehow. What they think doesn't matter.
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She's caught by him, attracted despite best intentions, and it takes effort to focus on what she wants to say. Mako winces, though, at the less-than-graceful bluntness of his words because she knows it's the truth, and a part of her is furious with them and their idiocy, that Raleigh isn't some prize stallion to -- mount, or something.
She frowns. ] Why do you put up with that?
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Doesn't seek it out because people bother him but Raleigh Becket really doesn't do very well all on his own.]
I have to eat somehow. What they think doesn't matter.