“Oh… Oops.”
[ Teeth move briefly over her bottom lip, and the mere thought of anyone finding her as childish or endearing was something that would make her blush. Not that she was able to read his mind, or anything. ]
”You have a studio? That’s amazing.. Are you a singer? I love singing, but I don’t think I’m much good at it. I would love to play Für Elise for you. Or Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence! That one is my favorite. It was very hard to learn, though.”
[ Paula could be called easily decieved, yes. Though, because of her kind nature, no one(as far as she knows) has ever tried to decieve her. What the priests had told her were truths to them, so they couldn’t be called lies. Dishonesty was something every human had, but she hadn’t experienced much of it. ]
“Can we go right now? It’s chilly.”
“Yeah. Oops.”
[ Christopher side-glances in a comical way, hoping to amuse her. He grins, botching it, but it’s so common for a boy of his nature that it doesn’t bother him in the slightest. ]
“I do. God, no – but I thought I could at some point. But I thought I was gay, then, too, so go figure.”
[ Truth be told, he still doesn’t entirely know. He doesn’t view sexuality as any kind of life-changing principle; he’ll feel what he feels, and deal with it how he will. ]
“Of course. It’s just down the road from here. I usually walk to this area for coffee, but it gets obnoxiously crowded in the afternoon.”
[ He stands, taking her hand, and begins to walk in the general direction towards his studio. He travels there so frequently, his feet know the path like impulse. ]
“So, tell me about home. Family. Whatever you want.”
