[Lust's tone is dismissive. She doesn't quite look away from the screen, but her eyes flick just for a moment in Boone's direction.]
[Hmmm. This is all very...cinematic, for lack of a better comparison. She supposes she should be used to it by now - isn't this always the way? Some cliche moment, some oft-seen scenario that she simply stumbles her way into.]
[It isn't as though she hasn't noticed that Boone's a handsome, well built man. She's seen him at the beach, after all. But he's a widower, and has as many walls as Scar had. He's a damaged man, deeply so. From a violent, terrible place. And she has no history with him, no existing connection to build upon. She's not about to make a fool of herself.]
[So she simply forces her attention on the film. And doesn't carelessly reach for the popcorn any longer.]
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[Lust's tone is dismissive. She doesn't quite look away from the screen, but her eyes flick just for a moment in Boone's direction.]
[Hmmm. This is all very...cinematic, for lack of a better comparison. She supposes she should be used to it by now - isn't this always the way? Some cliche moment, some oft-seen scenario that she simply stumbles her way into.]
[It isn't as though she hasn't noticed that Boone's a handsome, well built man. She's seen him at the beach, after all. But he's a widower, and has as many walls as Scar had. He's a damaged man, deeply so. From a violent, terrible place. And she has no history with him, no existing connection to build upon. She's not about to make a fool of herself.]
[So she simply forces her attention on the film. And doesn't carelessly reach for the popcorn any longer.]
[Perhaps the movie won't be terribly long...]