Can't really chill when I'm this hot
Mon Nov 27, 2017 22:44

Holland seemed equally unimpressed with the chair. Their immediate refusal didn’t exactly come as a surprise to Ruben, but was still amusing enough that he cracked up in response. Teeth flashing, shaking his head a bit, he turned a critical eye back towards the chair. “Ja. Probably a more safe choice.” He flapped a hand dismissively at the oversized pineapple that was possibly just a cushion and more likely a spiked torture device. Well, a pretty minor torture device - impaling wasn’t the worst injury one could be on the receiving end of. And also a pretty bizarre one since, well, what kind of torture chamber would have fruit-shaped implements of terror?

Though perhaps the whole bizarro factor was a good enough reason to equip a torture chamber with fruits. Diversion tactics and all.

“So are you trying to make the cover of Witch Weekly’s swimsuit edition?”

“What, are there photographers here?” he returned immediately, a smirk tugging at his lips as he began playfully striking a variety of poses. His towel was a useful prop while he rotated between hands on hips, a Herculean fist raised, bicep curl, bent arm behind the head. Ruben was only vaguely familiar with fashion magazines, which was credited almost exclusively to the phase Dagny and some of her friends had gone through when they were in their early teens, but his understanding of the photography style in fashion was that it involved a lot of carefully, forcibly casual poses that were basically identical to the poses on Muggle action movie posters. Minus the guns and cars and leather clothes… well, the clothes part, at least. Because leather was apparently sexy, if the media was to be believed. He wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea, but still thought it was stupid. Streetwear was one thing, but what kind of person would voluntarily pull on leather only to hop in bed and get a partner’s help to wrestle out of it again? That didn’t seem like it would help the mood.

He pulled a final pose, which involved literally pulling his towel straight behind his back, arms extended and shoulders firming up in their own tug-of-war, and then spontaneously loosened his grip. The freed end of the towel flicked down, striking the ground to make a small spray of sand. That had been unintentional, but Ruben was good at rolling with things and used a subsequent flick of the wrist to draw it back up and over his arm. Kind of. Took a bit of shuffling, but he thought the end result felt smooth enough to be smug about. “But actually,” he continued to Holland, “no, the model life is not for me. Though I am flattered you think me suitable for it.” Ruben said it teasingly, and caught himself by surprise to realize that he didn’t just feel flattered, but also… happy. Not just because he had caught them looking at him, either. So then why? It was nice to be chatting with them again, but he hadn’t expected ‘happy’ to come out of it so quick. Huh.

“This,” he gestured broadly at himself, welcoming the attention with a mix of ‘this is worth admiring’ (accurate) and ‘this is totally normal’ (also accurate), “is more for aerodynamics. Swimming, or volleyball, whatever. Speed is preferable. And, you know, we dress much the same for glíma matches. Or I should say, we un-dress much the same.” Ruben laughed again. Also a joke, also true. Sparrers didn’t wear much. “Now, let me see, you are dressed more for… a beach picnic?” he guessed. “Both very comfy, and very classy, ja? You look good.” Holland was more dressed up, or dressed, period, than some of the attendees here, but he couldn’t deny it worked for them.

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