01-30-2018, 04:46 PM
"I wasn't taking to you, asshole."
When she did look at him, her blue eyes shot daggers at him.
He couldn't help but laugh- well more of a chuckle, but he did raise an eyebrow too. "Really? I coulda swore 'Who the fuck are you?' was for directed at me."
He smiled at her, a real friendly like smile.
Girl seemed to fling off cast iron bitch like droplets of water from a whipped towel. No biggie though.
Her focus went to her mama, of course. Got her some pills. Made sense. The old girl did seem to a few shy of a dozen. She was tender with her even while her voice whipped out. Might even cut herself on her own tongue.
Ahh, but it made sense. He knew the game here. He changed his appeaisal slightly. Protective cast iron bitch. More understandable, him being the epitome of danger and all. (Idiot, he laughed at himself.)
And then it was to the freezer for some poor people meds. As in a cold piece of meat or frozen bag of peas. Looked like peas. More give that way, anyway. Meat was too hard.
He thought about leaving then. Cept he didn't want to. He wanted to see if he could make her smile, damnit!! Even with the split lip. Or maybe because of it. He didn't know.
So he's doing his little fire trick and she wants to know if he wants a medal? The fire dances little trails around his fingers and he was about to answer when suddenly the thing up and flares on him.
He bounded back in shock, knocking the chair over as he pulled his face back. Singed hair smelled really bad. Looked even worse. That would hurt him, that's for sure. Oh, and it would actually hurt something fierce too.
It had never done that before! It always always obeyed him. Always. But he knew fire. Had been playing with it every since he found he could channel. It was like a friend. Even as he was jumping back he pulled at the flare, tried to absorb it into his thread. It obeyed this time (thank god) and he spun the flare into a spiral that slowly went around and around.
It was kind of pretty. He looked up at the girl- well looky there! Not a smile. But the hint of one. A bit mean, but it was something, at least. He threw out a grin at her and winked. "Sorry about that. Still learning the ropes."
After a moment, he let it go and the fire went away, heat going into the surrounding air. "Well, enough of that. Rather not burn your mama's place. So....a medal? Nah. Happy to help. Lady like that deserves respect. But...."
He paused. She was leaning against the counter with that wicked smirk on her lips. Defiant. Challenging. The almost smile that he wanted to see for reals.
And somehow, he just wanted to play. Like playing with fire. Might get burned, sure. But it was fucking fun, either way.
He turned to her, ignoring the overturned chair, looked at her. Not aggressive. Nope. Not his style. If they didn't even like you a little, what was the point? But he wasn't gonna be a little bitch either. She'd say yay or nay. And either way, all'd be good. His smile became playful. "How about just your name? Promise I won't tell."
Edited by Mikhail, Jan 31 2018, 12:18 AM.
When she did look at him, her blue eyes shot daggers at him.
He couldn't help but laugh- well more of a chuckle, but he did raise an eyebrow too. "Really? I coulda swore 'Who the fuck are you?' was for directed at me."
He smiled at her, a real friendly like smile.
Girl seemed to fling off cast iron bitch like droplets of water from a whipped towel. No biggie though.
Her focus went to her mama, of course. Got her some pills. Made sense. The old girl did seem to a few shy of a dozen. She was tender with her even while her voice whipped out. Might even cut herself on her own tongue.
Ahh, but it made sense. He knew the game here. He changed his appeaisal slightly. Protective cast iron bitch. More understandable, him being the epitome of danger and all. (Idiot, he laughed at himself.)
And then it was to the freezer for some poor people meds. As in a cold piece of meat or frozen bag of peas. Looked like peas. More give that way, anyway. Meat was too hard.
He thought about leaving then. Cept he didn't want to. He wanted to see if he could make her smile, damnit!! Even with the split lip. Or maybe because of it. He didn't know.
So he's doing his little fire trick and she wants to know if he wants a medal? The fire dances little trails around his fingers and he was about to answer when suddenly the thing up and flares on him.
He bounded back in shock, knocking the chair over as he pulled his face back. Singed hair smelled really bad. Looked even worse. That would hurt him, that's for sure. Oh, and it would actually hurt something fierce too.
It had never done that before! It always always obeyed him. Always. But he knew fire. Had been playing with it every since he found he could channel. It was like a friend. Even as he was jumping back he pulled at the flare, tried to absorb it into his thread. It obeyed this time (thank god) and he spun the flare into a spiral that slowly went around and around.
It was kind of pretty. He looked up at the girl- well looky there! Not a smile. But the hint of one. A bit mean, but it was something, at least. He threw out a grin at her and winked. "Sorry about that. Still learning the ropes."
After a moment, he let it go and the fire went away, heat going into the surrounding air. "Well, enough of that. Rather not burn your mama's place. So....a medal? Nah. Happy to help. Lady like that deserves respect. But...."
He paused. She was leaning against the counter with that wicked smirk on her lips. Defiant. Challenging. The almost smile that he wanted to see for reals.
And somehow, he just wanted to play. Like playing with fire. Might get burned, sure. But it was fucking fun, either way.
He turned to her, ignoring the overturned chair, looked at her. Not aggressive. Nope. Not his style. If they didn't even like you a little, what was the point? But he wasn't gonna be a little bitch either. She'd say yay or nay. And either way, all'd be good. His smile became playful. "How about just your name? Promise I won't tell."
Edited by Mikhail, Jan 31 2018, 12:18 AM.
"Good and ill.
We're like the wind,
we blows both ways."
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods