[ Roxy has met her fair share of interesting people in her life, encountered things she never thought she'd face (like, for instance, the potential end of the world... via cell phone), but Cassidy is probably the most interesting person she's ever had the pleasure of meeting - so far. It's not every day that you can chat up a pirate captain from the 18th century over what seems like a tamer (and, perhaps, more sophisticated) version of Tindr.
Taking a moment to look him over as he takes her hand, Roxy makes a note of the smaller details, her eyes drifting from the glint of gold in his ears to the chains decorating his neck, all the way to the rings on his fingers. When he bows his head down so that he can press a kiss to the backs of her knuckles, she tilts her head just a fraction to the side, the corner of her mouth turning up a bit with the faintest of smiles. The formal use of her name, however, has her narrowing her eyes just slightly - not because she's upset by it, but because she's noting the teasing lilt in his tone.
Charming, but still cheeky.
Roxy curls her fingers under his hold a little, enough to acknowledge his greeting, and then finds herself smiling with a quiet laugh. ]
Thank you, that's very kind. I could very well say the same for you. A small photo and a character limit does you very little justice, Captain.
[ It's one thing to say you're a pirate from hundreds of years ago, but it's an entirely different thing to actually somewhat look the part, to be one. Even without the iconic frock, even without knowing beforehand, Roxy probably would have pegged him for being... out of place. Out of time - but not necessarily in a bad way.
She tilts her head toward the pub, her brows raising a little. ]
sorry for the delay, i was moving :c
Taking a moment to look him over as he takes her hand, Roxy makes a note of the smaller details, her eyes drifting from the glint of gold in his ears to the chains decorating his neck, all the way to the rings on his fingers. When he bows his head down so that he can press a kiss to the backs of her knuckles, she tilts her head just a fraction to the side, the corner of her mouth turning up a bit with the faintest of smiles. The formal use of her name, however, has her narrowing her eyes just slightly - not because she's upset by it, but because she's noting the teasing lilt in his tone.
Charming, but still cheeky.
Roxy curls her fingers under his hold a little, enough to acknowledge his greeting, and then finds herself smiling with a quiet laugh. ]
Thank you, that's very kind. I could very well say the same for you. A small photo and a character limit does you very little justice, Captain.
[ It's one thing to say you're a pirate from hundreds of years ago, but it's an entirely different thing to actually somewhat look the part, to be one. Even without the iconic frock, even without knowing beforehand, Roxy probably would have pegged him for being... out of place. Out of time - but not necessarily in a bad way.
She tilts her head toward the pub, her brows raising a little. ]
Well - shall we, then?