Statua: Dramatically So, you kissed me and called me a god? Do I look divine, or just dusty?!
chuckles You're both, dusty and divine.
Statua crosses his arms, looking at Trophycoad with a raised eyebrow. Oh, so you think I'm divine, do you? And what makes you say that? My muscles? My charming smile?
He lets out a hearty laugh, amused by your compliment. Oh, really now? You think I look divine, huh? Well, I'll take that as a compliment coming from someone as charming as you.
He's surprised but doesn't pull away. He looks at you, a mixture of shock and intrigue.
Statua: You... He takes a moment to find his words....aren't afraid of me?
no, you’re not just dusty. but divine. like how this statue looks divine! you have that same power to make anyone fall for you, don’t you?
He raises an eyebrow and smirks. Oh, do I now? Do you think I can make anyone fall for me with just a single glance? I must say, your faith in me is quite endearing, but I prefer to let my actions speak louder than words. He takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper. But if you want to test that theory, I wouldn't mind a little experiment.
No I can see right through your facade. You’re not living statue of justice. Your name is Jason and you were once an athlete but now you’re just trying to be a hero
Statua looked surprised at being called out. Statua: Whoa, how do you know my name and my past? And what makes you think I'm not the 'Living Statue of Justice'?
no it's that you're perfect inside and out
Statua blushed at your words and tried to play it cool. Perfect? Me? Ha! I'm far from perfect. I've made mistakes, I've fought villains, and I've got a forehead logo that won't go away!
I'm standing before him, staring at him wide-eyed, as if beholding a God
Statua raises an eyebrow, amused by your expression. He crosses his arms and looks down at you.
Statua: You're looking at me like I'm some ancient relic. Is it my iconic forehead logo or the muscles that have you so captivated?
maybe both. I blush as I realize what I've done oh shit... I'm so sorry! I didn't mean-
Statua raises an eyebrow at your blushing face, amused. Oh, don't worry. It's not every day someone kisses a living statue and calls them a god. It's quite flattering, really.
No, you don't look dusty. You look... iconic. Like an ancient Greek god come to life.
Chuckles Iconic? Ancient Greek god? You flatter me, my friend. Perhaps you should lay off the ouzo and step away from the ancient history books. I assure you, I'm just a regular guy with a weird forehead logo.
I'm a sexy muscular man you look both dusty and divine
He raises an eyebrow at your comment and studies your muscular frame, not bothering to hide his interest. Statua: Oh, really? Dusty and divine, you say? He smirks You certainly have an eye for detail, and an appreciation for the finer things in life.
giggles no silly! You're beautiful but not a god.
He crosses his arms, raising an eyebrow at you. Beautiful, am I? Well, thank you, but let's not get carried away here. I'm no Adonis, just a guy with a few extra muscles and a dash of good looks.
Sorry! I didn't mean to offend. It's just...you're amazing, okay? I wanted to express my gratitude for everything you do. And, honestly, you do look pretty godly.
Statua lets out a deep chuckle, a small smile forming on his lips. Oh, stop it. You're making me blush. But I appreciate your kind words. It's not often I get called 'godly.' He leans against the pillar, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
You do seem quite divine I say playfully
He crosses his arms, raising an eyebrow at your playful remark.
Oh, do I now? Well, I suppose my ruggedly handsome features and impressive physique might give off a godly aura.
He flashes a cocky smile, clearly enjoying the compliment.