Silverlight Terrace this is how we dance

All he could focus on for a moment were her bright blue eyes. They sparkled in the sunlight, and somehow that intrigued him. He hadn't seen such vibrant eyes ever, had no idea they could look like that - sucks he was stuck with a boring silver. She approached so bouncily... It was kind of weird. Probably the same kind of weird he was in her eyes, playing his cool-boy persona he hoped would impress her.

Ouch. It didn't. You could see him snapping out of it for just a second upon her question, but falling right back into it as if she hadn't just called him out for something. You wouldn't understand. he replied, looking off into the distance. Sunglasses would make this all a lot cooler, but it would fit so strangely on his face.

What's ye'r name, babe? He was trying to sound all cool and flirty like Abaddon, but his balls hadn't dropped and it didn't really work when you had the voice of a drowning bird. He hadn't really thought about that, because in his head he already had the dark and husky voice he'd later grow into.