[ Chase's memories may be resembling Swiss cheese right now, but he knows a kindred spirit when he sees one! Of course, it helps that they're both wearing a sort of... goth uniform, the two of them clad in black from head to toe. Though Chase doesn't really remember being super into goth things (how does he even know what 'goth' is right now?), the affinity for black and... Bauhaus and the Cure and skulls and bats and stuff... That kind of feels right. Yeah. Okay.
So he stops in his steps and looks at the girl, then at the shop she's loitering in front of, then back at her. ]
Are you offering me a mani-pedi? [ There's a note of laughter in his voice, so it's pretty clear, at least, that he's not one of those guys who freaks out and thinks anything 'girly' will make his dick shrivel and fall off. ]
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So he stops in his steps and looks at the girl, then at the shop she's loitering in front of, then back at her. ]
Are you offering me a mani-pedi? [ There's a note of laughter in his voice, so it's pretty clear, at least, that he's not one of those guys who freaks out and thinks anything 'girly' will make his dick shrivel and fall off. ]