i’ll be back soon, i’ve just been busy these past few days.
"I am I swear!" He laughs. "I wasn’t thinking that at all, but it would be a bonus."
"Have I mentioned that I use the nom-de-plume, J Alexander?—That’s fair, but metaphorically if you have to change your name and start over, what would you pick?"
"Well, sweetheart, you don’t have to suck up to me to get me to kiss you. You know that. No, you didn’t mention that. When do I get to read some of your work and tell you how brilliant it is?"
"I guess I’d pick Velma Franco. Like you said, it sounds pretty cool."
"I’ve only had cotton candy once, and I might have been seven." Truth be told the sugary clouds reminded him of clowns and he doesn’t like those at all. James laughs as the thought comes to him. "Kiss a girl that works in a side show when you have a phobia of clowns." He mutters. "You don’t have any clowns do you?" There’s a slight waver of nervousness in his voice, and maybe he’s getting ahead of himself, but if he wants to see one of her shows, he really hopes there are no clowns around.
He stands, giving Frankie’s thigh another squeeze as he goes. “Alright. Chop sticks or a fork?” He asks standing in front of her. “—and do you want something to drink?” He’d offer alcohol but that seems a bit forward to him.
"Oh, well, I have to remedy that as quick as possible. Cotton candy is candy of the gods." OK, maybe she was exaggerating a bit. She only liked cotton candy as much as the next person, but still, he had to have it more than once. Everyone did. Frankie smiled a little bit, hearing the hint of trepidation in his voice. "No, no clowns, honey, don’t worry. Does that mean you’re going to come to one of our shows?"
"Chops sticks works. Sure, I’d love something to drink. What do you have?"
"I’m sorry." He’s grinning like a Cheshire Cat.
"I dunno, I think Holliday is cute. But Velma Franco is really cool."
"No, you’re not."
"You just think it’s cute because you want me to kiss you again. That is a cool sounding name, but I don’t want to go by my middle name. Plus, I’ve made an entire life for myself as Frankie. Too late to change now."
"Maybe it is cotton candy.., I’ve never tasted kerosene before, so…" his sentence is lost in the midst of the short-and-sweet kisses they share. A smile stays on his face and he’s pretty sure his cheeks are going to start hurting soon. He chuckles, and takes a second to look at it. "Now that’s cute." He mutters, before returning for another kiss. James takes her words into great consideration as she tells him what she likes about them. "Trust me Bree was teasing me the whole time we were shooting because I got—"
He catches himself before he says ‘boner’, not wanting to get that personal after barely half an hour of knowing the girl. During the shoot Bree had teased him about his ‘problem’ but he’d insisted on continuing even though she said she was fine with helping him deal with it. ‘It’s about you, hon, you’re the focus of the scene.' “—Sorry.” He takes a breath and scratches at his neck. “Would you like that Thai food I offered?”
"Kerosene and cotton candy taste nothing alike," she told him before kissing him again. "One is sweet and one is dull and unpleasant." She smiled at the compliment and then smiled even more when he kissed her again.
Frankie kept herself from laughing when he stopped himself from talking. She had a good idea what he was going to say, and she didn’t blame him. The girl in the photos was stunning. “Sure, I’d love some.”
Me and my lovely co-workers.
night night all you duders.
He exaggerates the pout. “Ah-alright, that works for me.”
"That’s why I like my name, and Lily-Victoria’s suits her very well."
"You’re so mean for pouting,"
She sighs. “I wish my name was as lovely as yours. I got stuck with Holliday Velma Franco. That’s so weird.”
As you all switch to icon RPing, i’ll be over here all alone, continuing gif RPing.
"But—" he pouts "—I think you’re adorable in your glasses."
"Okay, okay not Holi. I don’t know why but that made me think of how my mother calls me James Alexander, like it’s double barreled. Her’n my aunt have a thing for double-barrel names, it would seem."
"Oh, nooo, not pouty face. OK, OK, I’lll wear them around you if you just stop pouting."
"I can see why. Double-barreled names are so regal and wonderful. I love them too."