Misato's grin widens at Tsukasa's blatant attempt to flirt. If she weren't already thoroughly convinced the photography was gay, she might have had a difficult time discerning whether or not he was actually being serious.
"Oh? I'm afraid I don't have that much pull these days. It won't be that much longer before they trade me in for a younger model." Misato's acutely aware of that fact. Her looks wouldn't last forever, and there was far more call for young, attractive women than there were for women old enough to be mothers. If she took good care of herself and maintained her reputation for being a straight-to-work sort of woman, she might be able to prolong her stay in the business.
And that's part of the reason why she's so quick to get to work now. Misato takes her place on the chair, folding one leg over the other. Her feet are stretched out in front of her, revealing a set of perfectly-manicured emerald toenails. Misato rolls the blue jean jacket over her one hand, then throws her arm over the back of the chair. Her lips are tugged into a suggestive smile.
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Date: 2014-03-31 04:22 am (UTC)"Oh? I'm afraid I don't have that much pull these days. It won't be that much longer before they trade me in for a younger model." Misato's acutely aware of that fact. Her looks wouldn't last forever, and there was far more call for young, attractive women than there were for women old enough to be mothers. If she took good care of herself and maintained her reputation for being a straight-to-work sort of woman, she might be able to prolong her stay in the business.
And that's part of the reason why she's so quick to get to work now. Misato takes her place on the chair, folding one leg over the other. Her feet are stretched out in front of her, revealing a set of perfectly-manicured emerald toenails. Misato rolls the blue jean jacket over her one hand, then throws her arm over the back of the chair. Her lips are tugged into a suggestive smile.
"Ready when you are," she says, a bit smugly.