My type, normally, is either the big, handsome, Adonis type or the rebel type. Usually smart, but sometimes you get the random frat boy because it's college. Easy going, powerful, usually got a few tattoos. All the guys I brought home tended to have at least two of those things, yeah?
[He sighs]
But I didn't want any of 'em. I wanted a gorgeous, genius rich boy who nags at me for doing the carton thing and who would die before getting inked even if he'd look good with a little and who I could never ever ever get because my serious crushes always fall flat for one reason or another and because he is so far outta my league it's hilarisad.
[It's not a Rikku Ramble without the Rikku Words. He pauses, then goes on, a little sad:]
...but I've got a cycle. I fall hard for someone, I deny it for the longest, I admit to myself, and either I shove it aside enough that it goes away or I confess and then I have to move or transfer sections because it's just too awkward.
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[He sighs]
But I didn't want any of 'em. I wanted a gorgeous, genius rich boy who nags at me for doing the carton thing and who would die before getting inked even if he'd look good with a little and who I could never ever ever get because my serious crushes always fall flat for one reason or another and because he is so far outta my league it's hilarisad.
[It's not a Rikku Ramble without the Rikku Words. He pauses, then goes on, a little sad:]
...but I've got a cycle. I fall hard for someone, I deny it for the longest, I admit to myself, and either I shove it aside enough that it goes away or I confess and then I have to move or transfer sections because it's just too awkward.