
"Yes! Good, alright. Well, after you finish that there delicious goodness, what would you like to do? You don't seem to have a great grasp on our culture, at least that what I think." he nodded eagerly, glad that P'rita showed interest in him. It was a good sign, for a shameless playboy, the feelings were still very much so there. He's simple, but not heartless. "Surely you've wanted to at least try something local? Ah, how could I forget... you're not a crowd person, me neither-- That's a lie." he fumbled helplessly. "Sorry about all this, usually it's easier to woo a woman into bed than actually go on dates. Pathetic, right?" he chuckled, he had no problem admitting his faults. In his eyes, it's easier to accept flaws by wearing them on your sleeve than hiding them away in the dark recesses of your personality.Â
"Really though, I mean it. Let's do something. Do you like to swi-- I can't swim... U-Uh..." he came at a loss. Flynt was at his wit's end, trying to come up with some civil, decent topics for discussion; activities that aren't attending gaudy parties, causing civil unrest, or drinking until he forgets all the antics he had performed the morning after. Maturity was hard, something he needed P'rita for. Growing up is integral for a twenty-something trying to live a life of swagger and profits, garnished by infamy and extravagant notoriety. Flynt just muttered random ideas, shutting himself down after each and every one, thinking they're not up to par or something along those lines.Â
"Really though, I mean it. Let's do something. Do you like to swi-- I can't swim... U-Uh..." he came at a loss. Flynt was at his wit's end, trying to come up with some civil, decent topics for discussion; activities that aren't attending gaudy parties, causing civil unrest, or drinking until he forgets all the antics he had performed the morning after. Maturity was hard, something he needed P'rita for. Growing up is integral for a twenty-something trying to live a life of swagger and profits, garnished by infamy and extravagant notoriety. Flynt just muttered random ideas, shutting himself down after each and every one, thinking they're not up to par or something along those lines.Â
"I'm stumped."