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Originally Posted by Charely Potter
So it was true, on it being a personal problem. Being called stubborn didn't phase Dash as his face lacked the reaction it is, instead quipping, "Don't forget handsome," He took care of his own body to know his own looks. Plus he felt proud for reading the bloke. "But I guess we share that in common Mr. No-Name," Hope he liked his new name. It was staying until further notice.
Doing his best not to visualize him getting his sweat on in the streets from no doubt jogging and possibly trading blows in the gym, "Every day? No wonder," Dash replied, "I used to get a run in before my lessons, but after they closed the faculty showers, I've moved it into my evenings." And lonely days, but he was not adding that part. He was still in good shape, but needed to watch his cheating days as usual. "So what work helps keep your schedule so consistent?"
The lack of reaction at being called stubborn told Rafa that Dash had probably been described as such before. Possibly even worse. Amusement flicked across his face. The other man was rather pleasing to the eyes… eye candy, if you will. “Do you mean the stubbornness or the good looks?’’ Rafa asked innocently, not taking the bait to offer up his name. It was far more fun to get Dash to talk about himself {which wasn’t that difficult at all} than for Rafa to simply volunteer too much information about his own life that easily. Maybe he was enjoying getting to know Dash while simultaneously creating some amount of mystery on his end. “Every day.” Some butterbeer was downed before Rafa replaced his glass on the table; he’d forgotten about his lunch. “Are you a professor then?” Or a tutor? Now there was an amusing thing to picture: a stubborn professor arguing with an equally stubborn brat. “How do you tolerate kids? Or teens even, if it's teens you deal with?” It was something he often asked Isa, since she was in the teaching profession. Rafa shrugged. “Determination. Wanting to treat my body like the temple it is. The friendly little keeping-in-top-shape competition I have with my twin brother.” |
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