Oh, good god, no. Battle, fight, scrap, pick whatever word you wish.
[She just has a tendency to use the word battle because she likes strategics.
Still, there's a little pause before she adds the next part.]
All right. That sounds a fairly decent repertoire. And if trial and error is the only way to practice, I suppose I wouldn't mind working up to knocking you on your behind.
[ picture this: Rosalind decked out in full armor and riding a horse with some kind of bladed object. Bigby is and he can't help but huff a bit of laughter out from underneath his breath. ]
If you can knock me down? I'll bend over and assume the fucking position for you. Let's take it one step at a time.
I'd think you would get tired of telling me not to be vulgar by now. You and I both know that's not changing anytime soon. But sure. Dinner it is.
[ oh, he figured that question would be coming up sooner or later. "replacements". yes, he remembers the gift she has gotten him. a gift that is to gift her in return. which will then gift him. visually. ]
I think my best answer is to keep it as vague as possible until you see if I have them or not in person.
Yeah, yeah, it's not like I spent it on alcohol or something. Maybe I wanted to mail it to you like you did to me as a surprise. There's this thing kids do with their phones these days, involving inappropriate photos and what not.
No. As much as I'm certain you'd keep them to yourself, I don't trust these devices to keep things truly private.
A pity. I do like the thought of you desperate and fantasizing about me while I'm away.
But. I'll most certainly try them on when I get them, if you've truly sent them by mail. And if not: isn't the promise of a show more than enough for you?
Says the lady who dragged me through an event with hundreds of people to a backroom.
[ dang, Rosalind. he wanted to see what was such a big deal with this ridiculous "texting". Bigby isn't that sad, though. seeing it in person has its... benefits. ]
Guess we'll both have to wait and see if you get them, then. Hopefully they take long enough for me to forget so I can be pleasantly surprised when you're wearing it.
That was entirely different. You're still in trouble for groping me in public, but all anyone saw then was me pulling you away. It's a far cry from a lewd photo being shared.
[There's a pause. She tries very, very hard to phrase this in a way that doesn't come across as whining.]
Okay, a few things. 1.) You were one step away from straddling me while standing, so I don't want to hear it. 2.) You took my fucking candy. 3.) Does it look like I'm some twenty-year-old kid with something to brag about?
You're not some goddamned notch on my belt. Any shit between us wouldn't be shared.
[ not that he's pushing for lewd photos. she's a ~modest woman~, so he Understands. all depravity is reserved for behind closed doors. ]
Also, how do I give you a hint about something like that. It's either you're going to get it or you aren't.
1) I most certainly was not. I kissed you and nothing more. 2) Stop whining, you aren't a child. 3) As I said, I don't think you yourself would share it, not willingly. But I don't trust these networks, and I'd rather my picture not end up posted somewhere by some malicious person who can crack a code.
Though I appreciate the assurance. And the implication that I mean something to you.
Honestly, Bigby, have you never done this before? Color, why don't we start there.
1.) You kissed something, alright. 2.) See my previous 3.) 3.) Fair enough. We'll stick to handwritten trysts made entirely in code. I'll even get you a decoder ring.
[ and to answer her question without answering it: no. he barely buys himself clothes, let alone lingerie for a woman. she won't even begin to understand the trials and tribulations he's gone through for her. ]
You can't act offended that I might think you'd risk my privacy (thus proving you understand why such a thing is important at all) and then in the same breath mock me for wanting said privacy. Pick one and stick to it.
Black is decent. "It's black, sort of" is not precisely the description I was hoping for, but we'll get you there yet. Sheer or solid?
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[She just has a tendency to use the word battle because she likes strategics.
Still, there's a little pause before she adds the next part.]
All right. That sounds a fairly decent repertoire. And if trial and error is the only way to practice, I suppose I wouldn't mind working up to knocking you on your behind.
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[ picture this: Rosalind decked out in full armor and riding a horse with some kind of bladed object. Bigby is and he can't help but huff a bit of laughter out from underneath his breath. ]
If you can knock me down?
I'll bend over and assume the fucking position for you.
Let's take it one step at a time.
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Speaking of things you owe me, by the by, did you manage to buy my replacements yet?
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You and I both know that's not changing anytime soon.
But sure. Dinner it is.
[ oh, he figured that question would be coming up sooner or later. "replacements". yes, he remembers the gift she has gotten him. a gift that is to gift her in return. which will then gift him. visually. ]
I think my best answer is to keep it as vague as possible until you see if I have them or not in person.
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And I doubt you haven't bought them at all.
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Maybe I wanted to mail it to you like you did to me as a surprise.
There's this thing kids do with their phones these days, involving inappropriate photos and what not.
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A pity. I do like the thought of you desperate and fantasizing about me while I'm away.
But. I'll most certainly try them on when I get them, if you've truly sent them by mail. And if not: isn't the promise of a show more than enough for you?
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[ dang, Rosalind. he wanted to see what was such a big deal with this ridiculous "texting". Bigby isn't that sad, though. seeing it in person has its... benefits. ]
Guess we'll both have to wait and see if you get them, then.
Hopefully they take long enough for me to forget so I can be pleasantly surprised when you're wearing it.
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[There's a pause. She tries very, very hard to phrase this in a way that doesn't come across as whining.]
At least give me a hint.
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1.) You were one step away from straddling me while standing, so I don't want to hear it.
2.) You took my fucking candy.
3.) Does it look like I'm some twenty-year-old kid with something to brag about?
You're not some goddamned notch on my belt. Any shit between us wouldn't be shared.
[ not that he's pushing for lewd photos. she's a ~modest woman~, so he Understands. all depravity is reserved for behind closed doors. ]
Also, how do I give you a hint about something like that.
It's either you're going to get it or you aren't.
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2) Stop whining, you aren't a child.
3) As I said, I don't think you yourself would share it, not willingly. But I don't trust these networks, and I'd rather my picture not end up posted somewhere by some malicious person who can crack a code.
Though I appreciate the assurance. And the implication that I mean something to you.
Honestly, Bigby, have you never done this before? Color, why don't we start there.
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2.) See my previous 3.)
3.) Fair enough. We'll stick to handwritten trysts made entirely in code. I'll even get you a decoder ring.
[ and to answer her question without answering it: no. he barely buys himself clothes, let alone lingerie for a woman. she won't even begin to understand the trials and tribulations he's gone through for her. ]
It's black.
Sort of.
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Black is decent. "It's black, sort of" is not precisely the description I was hoping for, but we'll get you there yet. Sheer or solid?
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You've accepted me for what I am, and that includes being an unreasonable prick that annoys the fuck out of you.
[ aka, he's just bullshitting and he wants to see if it's just as easy to rouse her through text as it is in person. ]
It's black with a texture somewhere on it.
There, that better?
Both.
[ he's not going to make this easy for her. ]
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[It absolutely is that easy, she's huffing away on the other side.]
Purely black, or are there any other colors involved?