The sex toys draw Tyler's attention too and, while his immediate response is the way his cheeks fire up pink again, there's a very clear mote of curiosity dancing in his eyes as he looks them over.
The strap ons are very eye catching in both color and decoration. Which leads him to assume that they're for him to wear. It's hardly like he's come across a single other transgender person before and so his default mode of operation is generally that he's talking to cis people more often than not.
"Uhm, that's... forward of her." The portrait definitely isn't mixing her actions when it comes to making it clear what she's expecting.
"How do you usually like to... y'know, do this? I don't have a dick, so..."
He hadn't meant to stop and look at those slot machines for more than a couple seconds, though the way he seems to get fenced in and flustered by the nun that approaches him happens even quicker than that. What starts out as a weird kind of guilt at looking on the face of a deeply religious woman and thinking she's hot shifts pretty quickly into something that looks guarded. His experience of religion so far hasn't exactly been a positive one.
"I'm not interested in hearing whatever way you think I need to change myself, thanks."
His eyes flick over to the slot machine purely because it makes so much noise once each of the options have rolled into place. LICK. COCK/PUSSY. IN THE CONFESSIONAL. He looks back at her almost triumphant, as though he's hoping that'll put her off whatever speech she's got about people like him, even if she has no way to know that he's trans from his outward appearance.
@ yussa
The sex toys draw Tyler's attention too and, while his immediate response is the way his cheeks fire up pink again, there's a very clear mote of curiosity dancing in his eyes as he looks them over.
The strap ons are very eye catching in both color and decoration. Which leads him to assume that they're for him to wear. It's hardly like he's come across a single other transgender person before and so his default mode of operation is generally that he's talking to cis people more often than not.
"Uhm, that's... forward of her." The portrait definitely isn't mixing her actions when it comes to making it clear what she's expecting.
"How do you usually like to... y'know, do this? I don't have a dick, so..."
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@ marina // cw: conversion therapy D:
He hadn't meant to stop and look at those slot machines for more than a couple seconds, though the way he seems to get fenced in and flustered by the nun that approaches him happens even quicker than that. What starts out as a weird kind of guilt at looking on the face of a deeply religious woman and thinking she's hot shifts pretty quickly into something that looks guarded. His experience of religion so far hasn't exactly been a positive one.
"I'm not interested in hearing whatever way you think I need to change myself, thanks."
His eyes flick over to the slot machine purely because it makes so much noise once each of the options have rolled into place. LICK. COCK/PUSSY. IN THE CONFESSIONAL. He looks back at her almost triumphant, as though he's hoping that'll put her off whatever speech she's got about people like him, even if she has no way to know that he's trans from his outward appearance.
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