[ Reggie himself is also somewhat operating on autopilot, walking semi-aimlessly because there isn't much for him to do around here except walk, but he's not ready to go home just yet.
He isn't expecting the hand on his arm, and even less to not recognize the girl it belongs to. She's certainly cute, though; the hairstyle seems a bit old-fashioned, but naturally he can appreciate her blue and yellow (gold) dress. ]
I'm not really much of a cook, so no, I wasn't planning on it. [ He smirks, quirking an eyebrow. ] Though I'm guessing that maybe you're a little lost.
Neither is George, truly. I am shocked we haven't died yet.
[She is still holding his arm, because she's perplexed. His face. He really is very handsome. She has to wonder, sometimes, if the people chosen to come here and participate are only the most handsome ones in their world.
That's when she realizes she's still clinging to him.]
My apologies-
[Annnnnd her hands are now kept to herself.]
You do not look anything like George; I was truly paying no attention at all.
[Uh.]
Which is not to say you're not very handsome, because you are.
[ His tone is light, and maybe even vaguely flirty-- weird as the situation is, it's still far from the weirdest way Reggie's met someone here. She seems a little jumpy, and obviously embarrassed, so for now he'll be gentle until he knows better what she can handle. ]
Nothing to apologize for, anyway-- you know, no harm done.
[ Reggie smiles, warm and easy though vaguely aloof, then tips her a quick wink. Or at least, his best approximation of a wink. ]
[She's pink at the ears and the tip of her nose, embarrassed, yes, but now she's less so, almost giggling. Okay. She's done stupider in her time, this is nothing.]
[ Reggie offers her his arm again, jutting it out in his best impression of the old-fashioned gentlemanly maneuver. Not that chivalry is his intention; just decency. She's lost and he has nowhere in particular to be any time soon, so he might as well help. It's the least he can do. ]
[He offers his arm, and Lucy takes it, and it's comfortable. Familiar. He's a kind person, to help her out - although she's not actually all that lost.]
I do not think I have seen you before. And I would imagine I would remember.
[ Although his hair is a little unrulier than usual from lack of product, and he's dressed right now in jeans and a hoodie. Not quite looking like a fashion-plate at the moment, in other words, though everything is at least clean and in good shape. ]
What, so you know like, a lot of people that dress like you do?
[ The intention is more playful than rude. He's not insulting her style, but it definitely isn't in the vein of what Reggie considers normal for someone their age. But there's--
Something a little different about her, maybe. He's not sure what, but she has a vibe, a poise, that also doesn't quite scream "normal teenager." At least not his kind of normal. ]
I like your hair, too. [ He smiles again, eyebrow quirking. ] And your clothes, by the way. Like, they're nice. You look good. I'm just not used to seeing such elaborate day-wear.
[ Elaborate in her vaguely royal kind of way, at least; Reggie's gotten pretty used to 20's style suit and tie, suspenders, and gown sort of elaborate. Not that that's still really day wear exactly. ]
Though maybe I should be. If this place has got anything going for it, it's variety.
[ The kiss catches Reggie by surprise -- maybe it shouldn't, since he's already mentally identified her as kind of old-fashioned, and/or kind of fancy and traditional, but it still does -- and he can only give her a bit of a confused but friendly smile in return, rubbing idly at the back of his head. ]
No problem. I just call 'em like I see 'em.
[ And he's a flirt, most importantly. ]
So is there like, a store you can go to, or do you have to get all that custom-made?
[ Which is maybe not super obvious, Reggie dressed casually as he is, but there are different forms of generosity.
He shrugs, lightly. ]
Mostly just making conversation, but now that you mention it... [ He looks down at his clothes now, though, raising an eyebrow in assessment. ] Maybe it couldn't hurt to have a couple formal options in my rotation. You know, for like, special occasions. What do you think?
Couldn't hurt. I have something formal, but I dunno if it'll be enough for this place. They seem to throw a lot of fancy parties here for a city so bent on getting us out of our clothes.
[ And Reggie likes being fashionable just enough that he'd rather not show up to every event in the same outfit. How tacky, right?
Before too much longer, they're at the Up housing. ]
[She says it with a brilliant smile, and she rises up on her toes to kiss him on the cheek again.]
I shall find you soon, and we will go and arrange to get you something stylish and formal.
[She's a quick one; she's already going to the elevator, and she catches it before he can get in with her, the flash of her smile quick and her hand waving her fingers nice and tight as the doors close.]
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He isn't expecting the hand on his arm, and even less to not recognize the girl it belongs to. She's certainly cute, though; the hairstyle seems a bit old-fashioned, but naturally he can appreciate her blue and yellow (gold) dress. ]
I'm not really much of a cook, so no, I wasn't planning on it. [ He smirks, quirking an eyebrow. ] Though I'm guessing that maybe you're a little lost.
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[She is still holding his arm, because she's perplexed. His face. He really is very handsome. She has to wonder, sometimes, if the people chosen to come here and participate are only the most handsome ones in their world.
That's when she realizes she's still clinging to him.]
My apologies-
[Annnnnd her hands are now kept to herself.]
You do not look anything like George; I was truly paying no attention at all.
[Uh.]
Which is not to say you're not very handsome, because you are.
[UH.]
I think I ought to stop speaking, now.
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[ His tone is light, and maybe even vaguely flirty-- weird as the situation is, it's still far from the weirdest way Reggie's met someone here. She seems a little jumpy, and obviously embarrassed, so for now he'll be gentle until he knows better what she can handle. ]
Nothing to apologize for, anyway-- you know, no harm done.
[ Reggie smiles, warm and easy though vaguely aloof, then tips her a quick wink. Or at least, his best approximation of a wink. ]
And I'm Reggie, by the way.
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It is most lovely to meet you. I am Lucy.
Could I convince you to walk me home?
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[ Reggie offers her his arm again, jutting it out in his best impression of the old-fashioned gentlemanly maneuver. Not that chivalry is his intention; just decency. She's lost and he has nowhere in particular to be any time soon, so he might as well help. It's the least he can do. ]
Where are we going?
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[He offers his arm, and Lucy takes it, and it's comfortable. Familiar. He's a kind person, to help her out - although she's not actually all that lost.]
I do not think I have seen you before. And I would imagine I would remember.
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[ Ah, right; they're basically headed to the same place, then. But lost or not, it never hurts for a submissive not to have to travel alone. ]
Plus I think I'd remember you, too. And your whole, like... [ He gestures, vaguely. ] I dunno, this whole fancy thing you've got going on for you.
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Fancy?
I think I dress perfectly normally.
Perhaps you are sloppy.
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[ Although his hair is a little unrulier than usual from lack of product, and he's dressed right now in jeans and a hoodie. Not quite looking like a fashion-plate at the moment, in other words, though everything is at least clean and in good shape. ]
What, so you know like, a lot of people that dress like you do?
[ The intention is more playful than rude. He's not insulting her style, but it definitely isn't in the vein of what Reggie considers normal for someone their age. But there's--
Something a little different about her, maybe. He's not sure what, but she has a vibe, a poise, that also doesn't quite scream "normal teenager." At least not his kind of normal. ]
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Well, I do admire your hair, and your trousers.
[She moves her head like a queen.]
I know a great number of them, or rather, people who admire how I wear, certainly.
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[ Elaborate in her vaguely royal kind of way, at least; Reggie's gotten pretty used to 20's style suit and tie, suspenders, and gown sort of elaborate. Not that that's still really day wear exactly. ]
Though maybe I should be. If this place has got anything going for it, it's variety.
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[She laughs and slips up to her tiptoes, to kiss him on the cheek.]
Thank you very much.
[She is beaming, and she's bright, flattered. Lucy gets a lot of compliments here, but she's still not altogether used to it.]
Certainly I have seen all matter of clothing.
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No problem. I just call 'em like I see 'em.
[ And he's a flirt, most importantly. ]
So is there like, a store you can go to, or do you have to get all that custom-made?
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My dominant is very generous with me.
[And Lucy is very pretty in custom made clothing, so that helps.]
Why, should you like to try something more formal?
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[ Which is maybe not super obvious, Reggie dressed casually as he is, but there are different forms of generosity.
He shrugs, lightly. ]
Mostly just making conversation, but now that you mention it... [ He looks down at his clothes now, though, raising an eyebrow in assessment. ] Maybe it couldn't hurt to have a couple formal options in my rotation. You know, for like, special occasions. What do you think?
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I would not mind taking you.
[Her smile is widening.]
I think everyone should have something formal.
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[ And Reggie likes being fashionable just enough that he'd rather not show up to every event in the same outfit. How tacky, right?
Before too much longer, they're at the Up housing. ]
Look at that. We made it.
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My hero.
[She says it with a brilliant smile, and she rises up on her toes to kiss him on the cheek again.]
I shall find you soon, and we will go and arrange to get you something stylish and formal.
[She's a quick one; she's already going to the elevator, and she catches it before he can get in with her, the flash of her smile quick and her hand waving her fingers nice and tight as the doors close.]