[ Roxy wrinkles her nose a little at the way he addresses her - Miss Morton. It's nearly as bad as being called Roxanne (which is only reserved for her parents and situations of high importance and formality, in her opinion). She appreciates the politeness of it, but she'd also like to think they've passed the stage of formalities - especially considering they've known each other since well before now, even if she doesn't remember it. It still counts.
But she also has the feeling that he's just doing it to get under her skin, which is why she doesn't correct him. It's not that bothersome, just a matter of preference, and if he is meaning to ruffle her feathers a bit then she's not going to acknowledge it at all. ]
Good. You never know, my very life could depend on it one day. [ The answer, she means, but she's just teasing judging by the way she looks at him, one corner of her mouth curled just so, and a hint of playfulness in her eyes.
Drop your anchor makes her laugh a little and she shoos him off with a subtle wave of her hand, taking the time that he's gone to have a look around the pub. She makes note of little, seemingly unimportant details (habit), listens in on a few seconds of random conversations here and there, and even watches Cassidy at the bar for a moment or two, trying to decide what to make of him.
He's charming in an odd way that she wouldn't really expect from a pirate - or the stereotype of one, anyway. Kind, intelligent, intriguing, and willing to give their friendship another go, which is honestly a little bit of a relief. The two of them are as different as two people could possibly be, and yet - Roxy likes him.
But that doesn't mean she trusts him. Not yet. She offers him a closed-lipped smile when he returns to the table, reaching out to take the glass he slid towards her and lifting it to clink against his - but instead of taking a drink, she keeps her hand right where it is, raised with their glasses still touching, and she tilts her head. ] ... Swap with me.
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But she also has the feeling that he's just doing it to get under her skin, which is why she doesn't correct him. It's not that bothersome, just a matter of preference, and if he is meaning to ruffle her feathers a bit then she's not going to acknowledge it at all. ]
Good. You never know, my very life could depend on it one day. [ The answer, she means, but she's just teasing judging by the way she looks at him, one corner of her mouth curled just so, and a hint of playfulness in her eyes.
Drop your anchor makes her laugh a little and she shoos him off with a subtle wave of her hand, taking the time that he's gone to have a look around the pub. She makes note of little, seemingly unimportant details (habit), listens in on a few seconds of random conversations here and there, and even watches Cassidy at the bar for a moment or two, trying to decide what to make of him.
He's charming in an odd way that she wouldn't really expect from a pirate - or the stereotype of one, anyway. Kind, intelligent, intriguing, and willing to give their friendship another go, which is honestly a little bit of a relief. The two of them are as different as two people could possibly be, and yet - Roxy likes him.
But that doesn't mean she trusts him. Not yet. She offers him a closed-lipped smile when he returns to the table, reaching out to take the glass he slid towards her and lifting it to clink against his - but instead of taking a drink, she keeps her hand right where it is, raised with their glasses still touching, and she tilts her head. ] ... Swap with me.