[Barry just barely misses Lup's awed words, the music too loud and his mind too muddled with thoughts of temptation to really even pay attention. He just needs to focus on this, this one task, getting her a drink. Simple. Nothing complicated about getting someone a drink.
Even still, the whole time he's standing at the bar, watching the bartender prepare their drinks, Barry can't help but let his mind wander. He's never done this sort of thing. Never gotten involved with anyone like this, anyone that has tempted him like she does. Foozles don't have the same outlook on virginity as humanity - sure, Barry's experience has been solely solitary up until now, but he's more animal than she is. It's in his blood. His instincts. Not something he needs to think too hard about. The doing it part, should it even come to that, certainly won't be a problem.
It's the who he wants to do it with that might get complicated.
Lup is human. A tiny human. As passive and laid back as Barry is, even for a foozle, he is still more than capable of tearing her to shreds. That must be frightening to her. Would it be painful? Probably, right? Would it even be possible? He certainly doesn't want to frighten her, or hurt her.
But he does want her. That much is undeniable. He can't get the thought out of his head, the image of her he's conjuring up in his mind, of her skin exposed and her body laid bare, open and willing for him. It might have to stay just a thought, just a daydream. As he returns to the table with their drinks, towering over her before getting seated, Barry thinks he might be okay with that.
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Even still, the whole time he's standing at the bar, watching the bartender prepare their drinks, Barry can't help but let his mind wander. He's never done this sort of thing. Never gotten involved with anyone like this, anyone that has tempted him like she does. Foozles don't have the same outlook on virginity as humanity - sure, Barry's experience has been solely solitary up until now, but he's more animal than she is. It's in his blood. His instincts. Not something he needs to think too hard about. The doing it part, should it even come to that, certainly won't be a problem.
It's the who he wants to do it with that might get complicated.
Lup is human. A tiny human. As passive and laid back as Barry is, even for a foozle, he is still more than capable of tearing her to shreds. That must be frightening to her. Would it be painful? Probably, right? Would it even be possible? He certainly doesn't want to frighten her, or hurt her.
But he does want her. That much is undeniable. He can't get the thought out of his head, the image of her he's conjuring up in his mind, of her skin exposed and her body laid bare, open and willing for him. It might have to stay just a thought, just a daydream. As he returns to the table with their drinks, towering over her before getting seated, Barry thinks he might be okay with that.
For now.] Well, uh... Cheers.