The dark look is back in Vasquez's face, because no matter how much he enjoys sleeping with Sweeney, something prickles in him (defiant and panicked and wary) at doing it like this. Of course, whether that means he'll resist longer than the token protest in his mind, that's another story, but as it stands, Vasquez rises to his feet to stand for the first time, putting some distance between them. "You really think I'm going to let that happen? What if I'm a good girl, hmm?" he challenges, unable to help the sass.
(Because he knows what will happen if he stays there, he's not stupid)
He presses the fabric of the shirt in around his waist, glancing over his shoulder in the mirror at the trail of braid, sneering and sure that it looks none too attractive. He's still tall, which is good, but not tall enough. Nothing is going to fit, either, which is a separate problem. "Me veo ridÃculo," he mutters, pushing hair back from his face and wondering how long this magic will last.
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Date: 2017-11-24 05:20 pm (UTC)(Because he knows what will happen if he stays there, he's not stupid)
He presses the fabric of the shirt in around his waist, glancing over his shoulder in the mirror at the trail of braid, sneering and sure that it looks none too attractive. He's still tall, which is good, but not tall enough. Nothing is going to fit, either, which is a separate problem. "Me veo ridÃculo," he mutters, pushing hair back from his face and wondering how long this magic will last.