Let's face it. If there was such a thing as an anti-Vulcan, it might be Han Solo.
As for distracting, she's not the only one feeling that way. He almost doesn't want to show her anything more because staying just like this? It would be alright with him. She has a way of making him feel at peace. The noise and bustle of the Nexus just seems to ... diminish around him when she's there to focus on.
Right now he's only dimly aware that there still in a tavern, for instance.
What he needs from her right now is a kiss. He'll lean in and offer one of those to share with her. It's her fault for just standing there and being all kissable. How was he supposed to resist?
... though, eventually, it occurs to him that he's still holding darts and that was why they were here. Mostly because he managed to prick himself in the abdomen with one. There are apparently drawbacks to forgetting about your surroundings entirely. Who knew?
He winces a little bit and shakes his head.
"This is how I want you to hold the dart." He says getting himself back on track. He takes his hands regrettably off of her to illustrate, but is still behind her. "Three fingers around this bronze colored part of the dart called the grip. The idea is that you'll be keeping the dart held straight while your arm is making the throwing motion."
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Date: 2016-07-16 09:06 pm (UTC)As for distracting, she's not the only one feeling that way. He almost doesn't want to show her anything more because staying just like this? It would be alright with him. She has a way of making him feel at peace. The noise and bustle of the Nexus just seems to ... diminish around him when she's there to focus on.
Right now he's only dimly aware that there still in a tavern, for instance.
What he needs from her right now is a kiss. He'll lean in and offer one of those to share with her. It's her fault for just standing there and being all kissable. How was he supposed to resist?
... though, eventually, it occurs to him that he's still holding darts and that was why they were here. Mostly because he managed to prick himself in the abdomen with one. There are apparently drawbacks to forgetting about your surroundings entirely. Who knew?
He winces a little bit and shakes his head.
"This is how I want you to hold the dart." He says getting himself back on track. He takes his hands regrettably off of her to illustrate, but is still behind her. "Three fingers around this bronze colored part of the dart called the grip. The idea is that you'll be keeping the dart held straight while your arm is making the throwing motion."