Post by Dale McCall on Aug 2, 2009 22:58:15 GMT -6
Dale watched, a little irresolutely as Juilanna came closer him, hand extended towards his face. For the briefest of moments, he thought that she was going to touch his cheek, before it dawned on him that she wanted to touch his hair. When this realization finally dawned on him, he decided he’d rather she try and touch his cheek.
Dale was a pretty easy going guy. Nothing phased him, really. A friend of his once commented that if he saw a peanut, he’d think the day would be off on a good start. Nothing ever really annoyed him, or upset him, but if there was anything he was uncomfortable with, it was when people touched his hair.
Wait a second. Was she flirting with him, a little? Or was he just flattering himself? Dale never did that badly with women, but whenever women tried it on with him, he still wondered why. It was strange, because although he knew he was pretty handsome, he also thought he looked like a troll wearing a woman’s wig backwards.
Dale put allot of time into his appearance (evidently). He liked to look different. Growing up, his heroes weren’t comics, but androgynous musicians: Jagger, Bowie, Syd Barrett. (Although he liked Peter Cook’s style and looks too). He liked clothes and make-up, he liked the transformation.
Did it puzzle him that women found this so sexually attractive? Yeah, a little. He read a book once, about the New York Dolls and David Johansen was saying that none of them were gay or even bisexual, and that when they started dressing in stilettos and leather pants, women got it straight away with no explanation. But a lot of men had problems. It’s one of those strange things. A man will go, ‘You bloody queer.’ And you just think, ‘Well, your girlfriend fancies me.’
As she went to touch his hair, Dale tilted his head to the side some, like that of a dog confused. Actually, he was not confused about anything, he just thought it an odd and quick switch from feeding the geese, to physical contact. Oh this is awkward He continued to think to himself, pursing his lips together as she swept some of his fringe from his eyes. He blinked a few times, looking a little bashful,
Although he disliked people touching his hair, he never usually vocalized it unless he felt riled up in anyway. He had been feeling quite comfortable; he felt a good atmosphere hanging out with Juilanna.
She did look rather pretty; with the little turquoise flower sitting near a small headband that she was wearing. She seemed interesting, from what little he did know about her so far. She was pretty, friendly, everything he could see himself with, but... way too early for that kind of thing. Then again, he could just be flattering himself and there was nothing to it.
Glancing down, Dale cleared his throat and gave her a crooked smile, trying to hide his discomfiture. He looked down, noticing that one of the geese was trying to edge towards him, neck extended to try and snatch the rest of the bread out of his hand. “Ow!” he cried out, shaking his hand as the goose suddenly took the bread from his hand, piercing the skin with it’s lamellae. With a little noise, that sounded like a ‘tsk’. He held his hand up to his face, looking at the small graze. It was a scrape, and nothing more than that, but a couple of minute droplets of scarlet began to well up on the little boo-boo. “Li’l git,” He berated the goose, who ignored him, lowering it’s head to try and search for any crumb of bread it could. “Honestly, ‘e couldn’t ‘ave been tha’ startvin’. Surely.” He spoke to Juilanna this time, giving his hand another irked shake. He then crinkled his nose, poking his tongue out at the goose in a childish manner.
ooc: Lamellae are the saw-tooth looking things found on the bills of ducks and geese that look like teeth. They are used to help cut and rip grasses and weeds as well as to hold insects or fish, in case you were wondering.
Dale was a pretty easy going guy. Nothing phased him, really. A friend of his once commented that if he saw a peanut, he’d think the day would be off on a good start. Nothing ever really annoyed him, or upset him, but if there was anything he was uncomfortable with, it was when people touched his hair.
Wait a second. Was she flirting with him, a little? Or was he just flattering himself? Dale never did that badly with women, but whenever women tried it on with him, he still wondered why. It was strange, because although he knew he was pretty handsome, he also thought he looked like a troll wearing a woman’s wig backwards.
Dale put allot of time into his appearance (evidently). He liked to look different. Growing up, his heroes weren’t comics, but androgynous musicians: Jagger, Bowie, Syd Barrett. (Although he liked Peter Cook’s style and looks too). He liked clothes and make-up, he liked the transformation.
Did it puzzle him that women found this so sexually attractive? Yeah, a little. He read a book once, about the New York Dolls and David Johansen was saying that none of them were gay or even bisexual, and that when they started dressing in stilettos and leather pants, women got it straight away with no explanation. But a lot of men had problems. It’s one of those strange things. A man will go, ‘You bloody queer.’ And you just think, ‘Well, your girlfriend fancies me.’
As she went to touch his hair, Dale tilted his head to the side some, like that of a dog confused. Actually, he was not confused about anything, he just thought it an odd and quick switch from feeding the geese, to physical contact. Oh this is awkward He continued to think to himself, pursing his lips together as she swept some of his fringe from his eyes. He blinked a few times, looking a little bashful,
Although he disliked people touching his hair, he never usually vocalized it unless he felt riled up in anyway. He had been feeling quite comfortable; he felt a good atmosphere hanging out with Juilanna.
She did look rather pretty; with the little turquoise flower sitting near a small headband that she was wearing. She seemed interesting, from what little he did know about her so far. She was pretty, friendly, everything he could see himself with, but... way too early for that kind of thing. Then again, he could just be flattering himself and there was nothing to it.
Glancing down, Dale cleared his throat and gave her a crooked smile, trying to hide his discomfiture. He looked down, noticing that one of the geese was trying to edge towards him, neck extended to try and snatch the rest of the bread out of his hand. “Ow!” he cried out, shaking his hand as the goose suddenly took the bread from his hand, piercing the skin with it’s lamellae. With a little noise, that sounded like a ‘tsk’. He held his hand up to his face, looking at the small graze. It was a scrape, and nothing more than that, but a couple of minute droplets of scarlet began to well up on the little boo-boo. “Li’l git,” He berated the goose, who ignored him, lowering it’s head to try and search for any crumb of bread it could. “Honestly, ‘e couldn’t ‘ave been tha’ startvin’. Surely.” He spoke to Juilanna this time, giving his hand another irked shake. He then crinkled his nose, poking his tongue out at the goose in a childish manner.
ooc: Lamellae are the saw-tooth looking things found on the bills of ducks and geese that look like teeth. They are used to help cut and rip grasses and weeds as well as to hold insects or fish, in case you were wondering.
