[Sypha catches herself already reaching out a hand for him, ready to snake around his arm when he offers it himself. She's not quite used to all the public affection, not with other people, strangers. It's a little uncomfortable for her to wrap her head around. But it's only natural for her to reach out a hand to her friends, especially the ones carrying sadness in them, just to remind them that she's here. A tangible reminder of her caring. And also she really needs money.
She grabs his arm and takes in the sights of the city, dazzled by it all in a different way than when she was cooped up alone in her apartment. It feels realer, somehow, now that she has Trevor underneath her hand, feeling the glow of the Chroma absorbing into her body. It is immeasurably better than home, just objectively, and it's beautiful, but Sypha still somehow misses home despite herself, despite how much she wants to forget what's happened there.
Thankfully, she's sprung out of her own head but some...graverobbing pick-up line? Almost quips back with something asking if this is usually his opener when he takes a woman out for dinner, but no, not the right place or time, not the right Trevor.]
That's...concerning. But I see you haven't changed much. Don't tell me, your backup plan was diving through the trash with alien raccoons?
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[Sypha catches herself already reaching out a hand for him, ready to snake around his arm when he offers it himself. She's not quite used to all the public affection, not with other people, strangers. It's a little uncomfortable for her to wrap her head around. But it's only natural for her to reach out a hand to her friends, especially the ones carrying sadness in them, just to remind them that she's here. A tangible reminder of her caring. And also she really needs money.
She grabs his arm and takes in the sights of the city, dazzled by it all in a different way than when she was cooped up alone in her apartment. It feels realer, somehow, now that she has Trevor underneath her hand, feeling the glow of the Chroma absorbing into her body. It is immeasurably better than home, just objectively, and it's beautiful, but Sypha still somehow misses home despite herself, despite how much she wants to forget what's happened there.
Thankfully, she's sprung out of her own head but some...graverobbing pick-up line? Almost quips back with something asking if this is usually his opener when he takes a woman out for dinner, but no, not the right place or time, not the right Trevor.]
That's...concerning. But I see you haven't changed much. Don't tell me, your backup plan was diving through the trash with alien raccoons?