This is not a thing. nope.

[pinupheroine]

First, darling. I'm not your type.

I've seen it a million times, and trust me in this case, I am not your type. I don't have to be a pro, or even a pro ball player batting for both teams to see that I'm not your type. You're young, [sigh] You're looking for comfort, and that's ok and ... well it might be what I do but it's not all that I do. Do you understand?

And that's okay. You've got that nice young man who'll be going in time. So clean cut! I like him! And you wouldn't want to disappoint a boy in uniform would you?

No of course not. [sotto voice] That we have in common.

Besides. [And here Sally's good humor wavers, her attitude changes] Your company, apart from that nice clean cut man is not someone I'd approve of. Not at all. I'm...

I have standards.

Comments

[wemaketheworld]

[Suspicious look is BEYOND suspicious. Why are you young, Miss Jupiter. And what are you talking about. Just...please stop. All of it. He doesn't know what to say to most of it.

He would make comments, but it's more difficult when she is RIGHT THERE. Mostly because Rorschach only has two responses when it comes to women; awkward and rude.

Guess which one he's going with today?]

Seems to be chronic problem. Among population. ...bad company.

[No, he's not really saying anything there. But he is clearing his throat uncomfortably. Mostly because he has nothing helpful to contribute and nothing really nice to say, so it's better to just...be awkward, apparently.]

[pinupheroine]

[Headtilt] Do I know you hon? Do you know me?

[thirtyfiveminutes]

They can surprise you.