[ Shy. Clearly, D is just a demure maiden who needs to be encouraged to step out of his shell and learn to blossom (no)
Unfortunately, a second perusal of the drinks list to jog my memory doesn't reveal any truth-serum type drinks that'd bully Gen into confessing that D has a certain ... draw to him. Not romantic attraction, god no. ... probably. But something that digs into him on a deeper level than that -- a strange sort of longing that goes beyond just being enticed by the pleasure D's bloodsucking offers him. (It's the eyes. That melancholy look in D's eyes. He wants them to look at him, so he can pretend to have a taste of what he really longs for.)
But! One of the drinks does push him to talk more than he usually would, and so D is tormented by Gen casually drawling, ]
Who wouldn't have chosen you? You're like some dreamboat that fell out of an oldschool romance movie -- the tall, dark, handsome stranger that smells nice to boot. [ Not that he's ever really watched those types of movies, but he'd fallen asleep keeping his girlfriend company during them now and again, back home. ] And besides ... you're one of Springstar's heroes, aren't you?
[ That last bit's said a little more slyly, with a hint of a toothy smirk. Maybe the angle of it is vaguely familiar to D, like he's seen it somewhere before. ]
Gotta respect the guts it took for you to come waltzing in here. But it'd be bad if you drew too much attention, yeah? People were already starting to look at you in there, in the library. [ They were not, probably. He's just saying whatever bullshit comes to mind. ] Better to go someplace quiet, isn't it?
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Unfortunately, a second perusal of the drinks list to jog my memory doesn't reveal any truth-serum type drinks that'd bully Gen into confessing that D has a certain ... draw to him. Not romantic attraction, god no. ... probably. But something that digs into him on a deeper level than that -- a strange sort of longing that goes beyond just being enticed by the pleasure D's bloodsucking offers him. (It's the eyes. That melancholy look in D's eyes. He wants them to look at him, so he can pretend to have a taste of what he really longs for.)
But! One of the drinks does push him to talk more than he usually would, and so D is tormented by Gen casually drawling, ]
Who wouldn't have chosen you? You're like some dreamboat that fell out of an oldschool romance movie -- the tall, dark, handsome stranger that smells nice to boot. [ Not that he's ever really watched those types of movies, but he'd fallen asleep keeping his girlfriend company during them now and again, back home. ] And besides ... you're one of Springstar's heroes, aren't you?
[ That last bit's said a little more slyly, with a hint of a toothy smirk. Maybe the angle of it is vaguely familiar to D, like he's seen it somewhere before. ]
Gotta respect the guts it took for you to come waltzing in here. But it'd be bad if you drew too much attention, yeah? People were already starting to look at you in there, in the library. [ They were not, probably. He's just saying whatever bullshit comes to mind. ] Better to go someplace quiet, isn't it?