[ The mention of 'being too forward' with her is met with a kind of wide-eyed surprise. And at first, Kate doesn't have a clue by what he means with that. She still can't think of any way he's affronted her, or insulted her in any way. He's been anything but, and she certainly can't see how he's been forward with her, either.
Her.... clothing...? There's a brief look of confusion as she glances down her at herself. It's cold out, but a calm enough day — a couple of layers of tights and thermal leggings beneath her skirt are enough to keep her warm with her wanderings around town, and she's wrapped up in several layers on top, too: a thick jumper and a good coat, and a wool scarf. Not to mention she's in footwear far better than sneakers.
But when she'd first come here? ... Oh, yeah. This is a thing, isn't it? Modesty regarding clothing. It's... kind of funny in a way — she's probably more modestly dressed in comparison to her classmates. And yet what her time thinks is modest and his time thinks is modest is still very different. ]
... You didn't know. [ She can't help but smile a little, amused by it all in a tiny way. She can hard blame him for not knowing. ] And... I only turned eighteen a couple of weeks before I ended up here, so I guess I don't look that old, yet. Y'know?
[ He looks kinda anxious about the whole thing, like he's done some terrible thing. It's... actually kind of sweet he cares about such a thing, that he worries about it. That it's important to him. ]
It's... actually been kinda nice being called 'Miss Kate'—? It felt really polite, proper. [ Even if it had, technically, been wrong. And she's smiling again, a little charmed by it all. ] But I'm not offended if you got it wrong by mistake. You're totally forgiven.
[ Although now she's wondering, on the topic of it all: ]
How am— how should I address you, then? 'Edward' would be too casual, right?
[ Not that it sits entirely comfortably with her, either. It's kind of like calling your teacher by their first name. It's kinda weird. ]
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Her.... clothing...? There's a brief look of confusion as she glances down her at herself. It's cold out, but a calm enough day — a couple of layers of tights and thermal leggings beneath her skirt are enough to keep her warm with her wanderings around town, and she's wrapped up in several layers on top, too: a thick jumper and a good coat, and a wool scarf. Not to mention she's in footwear far better than sneakers.
But when she'd first come here? ... Oh, yeah. This is a thing, isn't it? Modesty regarding clothing. It's... kind of funny in a way — she's probably more modestly dressed in comparison to her classmates. And yet what her time thinks is modest and his time thinks is modest is still very different. ]
... You didn't know. [ She can't help but smile a little, amused by it all in a tiny way. She can hard blame him for not knowing. ] And... I only turned eighteen a couple of weeks before I ended up here, so I guess I don't look that old, yet. Y'know?
[ He looks kinda anxious about the whole thing, like he's done some terrible thing. It's... actually kind of sweet he cares about such a thing, that he worries about it. That it's important to him. ]
It's... actually been kinda nice being called 'Miss Kate'—? It felt really polite, proper. [ Even if it had, technically, been wrong. And she's smiling again, a little charmed by it all. ] But I'm not offended if you got it wrong by mistake. You're totally forgiven.
[ Although now she's wondering, on the topic of it all: ]
How am— how should I address you, then? 'Edward' would be too casual, right?
[ Not that it sits entirely comfortably with her, either. It's kind of like calling your teacher by their first name. It's kinda weird. ]