"Both excellent choices," he says, nodding his approval. He's quietly pleased that their conversation has taken a bit of a sillier turn, if only because it provides an excellent temporary distraction from what's been going on in the world on the other side of those doors. The curse, the revelation that there are witches and sirens in this town, the recent attacks, the missing Coombs and Thornton--it's all happening so quickly and all at once that it reminds Spencer why he tends to keep most people at arm's length. There's just too much risk, too much potential for more loss; it's always been easier for him to watch from a distance.
The silly thoughts, though, yes. "I'd have to very seriously question your judgment if you told me you thought capes would be a good idea," he says, bringing his knees to his chest and smiling up at her. He taps the book in his hand against his leg as he thinks, trying to picture the two of them running around Siren Cove in neons. "No Spandex, either. I have a reputation to uphold, after all."
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Date: 2014-05-29 02:09 am (UTC)The silly thoughts, though, yes. "I'd have to very seriously question your judgment if you told me you thought capes would be a good idea," he says, bringing his knees to his chest and smiling up at her. He taps the book in his hand against his leg as he thinks, trying to picture the two of them running around Siren Cove in neons. "No Spandex, either. I have a reputation to uphold, after all."