[ Compliments and flattery will get him everywhere with this one, because she very clearly melts a little bit every time he gives that attention to her. Besides being, objectively, a wildly handsome individual, there's a charming sort of energy to Ignacio that draws her into him, and makes her forget every moment of hesitation she may have once had over their rather fundamental differences. ]
Centuries of flowers...
[ That soft voice of hers sounds a little distracted, now that she's pressed her fingertips to Ignacio's chest. Her canvas, for the evening. It doesn't much matter to her that he isn't terribly smooth (it sort of just gives her reason to be a little bolder in her touch, really), and somehow, Juniper still manages to forget the flowers she'd wanted to paint for a second there in favour of just sort of- drawing five coloured lines across him with her fingertips. Just to touch. ]
Hermosa. [ A little less distracted this time, as she's caught herself enough to begin curving her lines and working on what seems to be lavender. ] Does that mean beautiful?
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Centuries of flowers...
[ That soft voice of hers sounds a little distracted, now that she's pressed her fingertips to Ignacio's chest. Her canvas, for the evening. It doesn't much matter to her that he isn't terribly smooth (it sort of just gives her reason to be a little bolder in her touch, really), and somehow, Juniper still manages to forget the flowers she'd wanted to paint for a second there in favour of just sort of- drawing five coloured lines across him with her fingertips. Just to touch. ]
Hermosa. [ A little less distracted this time, as she's caught herself enough to begin curving her lines and working on what seems to be lavender. ] Does that mean beautiful?
ok to handwave?
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