But he knows how he feels about this, and it doesn't immediately occur to him to answer in any other way:]
Hey, there's all different kinds! Y'know? A beautiful girl's just beautiful! If she looks good, she'll look good in any situation. It'll come through however you see her! And different girls have different beautiful things about 'em, too, so it's not like anyone has to be a perfect 10 in every way to be sexy. Ah, but that doesn't mean every girl's my type either . . . those're different things. Know what I mean?
[Wait, though. When he pauses, he takes a moment to consider, and then flashes her a slightly sheepish look.]
[It's about then she lets her hand rest in his hair before she pushes his head to the side, letting it tilt under the weight of her hand and dropping it back into her lap shortly after.
…the sad thing is that she's a good actor. She's calculating to herself, but she looks up at him with a more demure, curious expression instead.]
Not really. But you know the next question is what kind of girl is your type. You don't wanna lead people on if they don't stand a chance, do you? That just seems cruel.
[He rocks with the push and then brushes his hand through his hair as he swings back upright to look down at her face. The hair's a lost cause. He's not doing it any good touching it, but it's compulsive.
And he doesn't see through her acting, but he also doesn't know how else to take the pointed comment about leading people on. She's asking because—why else would she say it that way, right? Maybe? If not, then—?
His chest feels tight, in that excited, pleasant, familiar way that only a really cute girl can bring on just right.]
Uh . . . maybe you don't mean it this way, but just so you know, you don't have anything to worry about. Y'know, about standing a chance or not.
[She considers that for a moment before there's another peal of laughter and she pulls her feet out of the water, standing up to her full height and holding out a hand to him. She's absolutely not acknowledging that right now. It's a strange thing to think about, and something she'll mull over in private.
(For example, she can think about why it makes her stomach flip in the same way it usually does about Yu. People tell her she's gorgeous all the time. Why was this different?)]
Let's keep going. We still have a lot to check out don't you think?
[He looks up at her when she stands, and privately thinks, I'm pretty sure there's nothing else I'm gonna check out here as much as I'm checking you out right now.
But instead of saying that—he might have already been pushing his luck with the last thing he said, he knows—he reaches up to grab her hand and gets to his feet, dropping his shoes so he can step back into them.
She's not saying yes . . . but she's not saying no, either. That's good, right? It's good for him, at least: if she'd done something like turn around and ask him out, he's not actually sure what he would have done. He needs his own time on this kind of thing. So for now? This seems pretty ideal.]
Yeah, I'm ready! I've still gotta get my revenge for the slide!
[Well considering her shirt is still wet and see-through...but she's not thinking of that. Her mind's already moved on and when he's up on his feet she's slipping her shoes on as well. They'll figure this out eventually.]
Hmmm. Revenge? I'd like to see you try. [She turns and folds her hands behind her back, turning to look back at him for a brief moment as she begins to walk.] C'mon. Let's go check out the wave pool.
[It'll be a good day, she thinks. They can move past that conversation, spend the rest of the day checking out the park, and distracting each other from the aftermath of the robots. It's perfect.]
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But he knows how he feels about this, and it doesn't immediately occur to him to answer in any other way:]
Hey, there's all different kinds! Y'know? A beautiful girl's just beautiful! If she looks good, she'll look good in any situation. It'll come through however you see her! And different girls have different beautiful things about 'em, too, so it's not like anyone has to be a perfect 10 in every way to be sexy. Ah, but that doesn't mean every girl's my type either . . . those're different things. Know what I mean?
[Wait, though. When he pauses, he takes a moment to consider, and then flashes her a slightly sheepish look.]
. . . Was that a trick question?
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…the sad thing is that she's a good actor. She's calculating to herself, but she looks up at him with a more demure, curious expression instead.]
Not really. But you know the next question is what kind of girl is your type. You don't wanna lead people on if they don't stand a chance, do you? That just seems cruel.
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And he doesn't see through her acting, but he also doesn't know how else to take the pointed comment about leading people on. She's asking because—why else would she say it that way, right? Maybe? If not, then—?
His chest feels tight, in that excited, pleasant, familiar way that only a really cute girl can bring on just right.]
Uh . . . maybe you don't mean it this way, but just so you know, you don't have anything to worry about. Y'know, about standing a chance or not.
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(For example, she can think about why it makes her stomach flip in the same way it usually does about Yu. People tell her she's gorgeous all the time. Why was this different?)]
Let's keep going. We still have a lot to check out don't you think?
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But instead of saying that—he might have already been pushing his luck with the last thing he said, he knows—he reaches up to grab her hand and gets to his feet, dropping his shoes so he can step back into them.
She's not saying yes . . . but she's not saying no, either. That's good, right? It's good for him, at least: if she'd done something like turn around and ask him out, he's not actually sure what he would have done. He needs his own time on this kind of thing. So for now? This seems pretty ideal.]
Yeah, I'm ready! I've still gotta get my revenge for the slide!
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Hmmm. Revenge? I'd like to see you try. [She turns and folds her hands behind her back, turning to look back at him for a brief moment as she begins to walk.] C'mon. Let's go check out the wave pool.
[It'll be a good day, she thinks. They can move past that conversation, spend the rest of the day checking out the park, and distracting each other from the aftermath of the robots. It's perfect.]