( gwenaëlle doesn't look out of place because gwenaëlle possesses the kind of casual self-assurance that anywhere she is, she's meant to be; this is not dented by the presence of someone almost twice her size with his sleeves rolled up like he's probably Doing Something that indicates an element of settling in. her sleeves are rolled up, granted, but her (loose, sheer) blouse is also tied and not buttoned over a black silk triangle bra, and in conjunction with the dark denim shorts that almost cover most of her backside, it seems more like a style choice than because she might be doing anything strenuous.

she might well have intended to do something strenuous when she'd put the outfit on some place other than this, but she doesn't look like she did.

she gazes up at him. hmm. )

If you are decided on this one,

( —french, then, unless in addition to everything else some people here just put on accents to fuck with each other, )

then I've walked all this way already, I'm going to smoke on your porch before I try another.

( how he feels about this doesn't appear to enter into it. )