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old man soulmate yaois
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circumsutus["Come on, Stein, it's been five years and she wasn't even your soulmate" is not the ideal way to convince him to go on a date with a complete stranger, but Spirit knows the way to get past that and actually get Stein out there in the dating scene (it involves a lot of dramatic flailing and blubbering).
But Stein is never letting himself be talked into a blind date ever again. The woman ("Medusa", and he can't decide if it's a fake name or not) is attractive in a primal, feral sort of way. She's flirtatious and intelligent, twisting and guiding their conversation exactly how she wants it and Stein knows he's being played, he knows he's lost control of this whole thing. It's hot, undeniably so.
But Stein's not at a point in his life where he needs a dangerously hot woman with a knife-sharp smile who talks like she knows how to drag out every dangerous impulse he's managed to successfully bury. He's on the defensive, verbally parrying and deflecting Medusa's pointed comments, tall form hunched in his chair as he leans slightly away from her. She doesn't let up, leaning forward, chin resting on her hands as she rests both bare elbows on the table.
Stein's gaze keeps flickering to the tattoos on her arms, matched lines of black dots that loop and twist up from wrists to the snake heads on her shoulders. She's displaying them proudly, but they're not soul marks. There's nothing about her that fits Stein's mark either, and as soon as this date is over he's never talking to her again (he's had to convince himself of this over and over again throughout the conversation).]
But Stein is never letting himself be talked into a blind date ever again. The woman ("Medusa", and he can't decide if it's a fake name or not) is attractive in a primal, feral sort of way. She's flirtatious and intelligent, twisting and guiding their conversation exactly how she wants it and Stein knows he's being played, he knows he's lost control of this whole thing. It's hot, undeniably so.
But Stein's not at a point in his life where he needs a dangerously hot woman with a knife-sharp smile who talks like she knows how to drag out every dangerous impulse he's managed to successfully bury. He's on the defensive, verbally parrying and deflecting Medusa's pointed comments, tall form hunched in his chair as he leans slightly away from her. She doesn't let up, leaning forward, chin resting on her hands as she rests both bare elbows on the table.
Stein's gaze keeps flickering to the tattoos on her arms, matched lines of black dots that loop and twist up from wrists to the snake heads on her shoulders. She's displaying them proudly, but they're not soul marks. There's nothing about her that fits Stein's mark either, and as soon as this date is over he's never talking to her again (he's had to convince himself of this over and over again throughout the conversation).]
