Post by Emily on Oct 24, 2015 6:02:23 GMT -8
CAST: Huckleberry "Huck" Dyer (waittilligo@aol.com), Miriam "Mira" Roth (ignafatua@aol.com)
SUMMARY: Huck and Mira attempt a little normal (read: awkward) social interaction. Tom, as usual, interferes.
TW: language, womanizing, mild sexually suggestive content
[Miriam] Mira's footsteps through the night in her riding boots were almost silent, but her voice sure as hell was not. Not that she was raising unholy hell, but she was certainly talking on her phone. "I don't know where I found it," she insisted to the party on the other end of the line. "You're asking me about something that happened months ago. I mean, I remember the general area? I can meet you in the library tomorrow and show you." She nudged her way through the doors, not even noticing the shadowy figure lurking across the way. Either this was important, or she had the general survival skills of a blithe Corgi. "Uh-huh. Don't you worry your precious demony head about it, you know how I am about projects." For the duration of the call, Mira hung back out of politeness to Andy. "Okay, okay, look, I know you want to have a lot of feelings but I'm not the best person to--oh, muffin." Sigh. This was going to take longer than she'd wanted. She gave Andy a 'please hold' sort of gesture, waved at Hannah, and slunk down in a chair to play therapist to an unhappy cambion. "Uh-huh. Oh my god, North, just leave her alone tonight and buy her some pretty flowers tomorrow, okay?" Mira's why-me expression was comical.
[Huck] Huckleberry was having a hell of a week. Tom was fucking relentless. Constantly acting up every given chance, and it was truly becoming an nuisance. Huck considered himself to be pretty excellent at ignoring the things that other "normal" people never saw, but Tom knew his tricks. Knew how to really get to him in certain situations and make everything awkward, and he was promising there would not be an end until he got another 'night' with the body. Claiming that a certain Freya girl and Mira had exorcised him improperly against their verbal contract. Huck argued that the hijacking of the body and ruining of dinner was the exchange, and that's when this new onslaught had occurred. It left Huck with getting no sleep and twitchy. It was part of the reason he was tucked into a booth by himself inside the Joe's place with head dipped down in notebook. He would look around blankly with pale features and dark circles around those eyes, take a sip of his coffee, and then turn attention back to page before writing for a bit and then doing the same. I-Pod (really the only thing worth anything that he owned) had earbuds tucked away in his ear and he lifted his coffee again. HUCK! Tom's hand waved vigorously in front of his brother's face as he came out of nowhere. Ghostly vision of Tom had Huck flick his coffee in the air, spilling brown up high and wide and it splashed down over his sweatshirt and lap. "Blooooody fuck, fuck, fuck!" The Irish guy spilling out of the booth and peeling sweatshirt off to leave him in the plain white t-shirt and blue jeans that were currently steaming with that hot joe. He literally sat just outside the booth pressing sweatshirt agains his groin and forcing legs to spread taut, trying to keep hot denim from touching his genitals or thighs. Shit was hot.
[Miriam]"Yeah. Uh-huh. What you need is like...a shower and a beer and to go the fuck to bed, man." Beat. "Okay, no beer, I don't know. Warm milk?" Beat. "Uh-huh. Well, go get some sleep, dude. I'll see you tomorrow. Night." She finally got Mister Sensitive Cambion Problems off the phone, and that meant that she could finally place an order with Andy. It was a bit late for caffeine, but a nice herbal tea sounded fabulous. Of course, halfway there, she was distracted by Huck having one hell of a moment. So while he ended up trying not to scald his bits, those riding boots stopped before his booth. Blue jeans were tucked into them, formfitting but comfortable, and yes, that was a too-large Shepherd University sweatshirt she was sporting. Apparently she took fashion cues from Mackie now, because she had cut the neckline wide enough to show straps of a red cami underneath and leave her shoulders bared. "You, uh, you need some help there?" she asked. Hey, at least tonight he was sober. And he'd smell like coffee, which was way nicer than the reek of booze, in her not so humble opinion here.
[Huck] He saw boots and legs. And he winked one eye up at the Mira that stood over him now. Her lips were moving, but he couldn't quite hear her. Not as clearly as he heard Tom anyways. Oh yeah. Pink Floyd was singing to him right now... thought control... Hey! He plucked earbuds out and crinkled his nose, light smile touching and he peered down at his lap. The navy blue sweatshirt moved away from his groin, peering at the large stains that now made it look like he wasn't quite potty-trained yet. He took his eyes off the pretty girl who let him crash on her couch, the sigh offered before Irish accent. "...uh, you don't have a fresh pair of underwear and pants.. do you..." He didn't think she did. I'd certainly like to see you in her underear, brother. Mm. Did you see this one's ass yet? Come 'ere, get ova' here. Take ma look. Huck paid no mine to the ghost who was bent over with hands on his knees staring directly at Mira's rump. He would have given anything to have her fart. "Ugh. I'm a klutz." He held arms out and peered down at himself. A tan stain had managed to leak through and infect the snow-white of his t-shirt, big splotched lake of a stain on his groin and thigh.
[Miriam] It was probably Tom's lucky day, because Mira was leaning forward to kind of...take a look at the damage to Huck's attire. Whatever she saw there, it made her wince slightly. "Sorry, I'm all out of pants that would even come close to fitting you. Might have a skirt, though." Her nose wrinkled in amusement. "I don't know, do you think you have the legs for it?" She stood back upright and took a slight step back to counterbalance, possibly walking back through Tom without even realizing it. Movement, over to the napkin dispenser at the end of the counter, and she returned with a handful of them, presenting them to Huck with that left-handed lopsided smirk of hers. Lips were, for once, not painted. Just glossed with something light. Makeup was light too, actually, simple, natural. This was dressed-down Mira. "So I'm going to pretend that you didn't spill coffee on yourself, so you can save face. I'm going to pretend that a ghost did it." Did she know what she was talking about? Of course she didn't. Mira was just pulling his chain a little bit, playing with him. "I mean, it's October. Seems about the right time of year for that." Halloween. Fuck yes. Halloween made her little Unseelie heart so very happy. Well, that, and she loved candy and dressing up.
[Huck] Other folks that were here he didn't know. Like that red headed chick. Or that guy over there, or that new guy that just came in. They weren't ghosts though, that was good. Ghosts were the worst. "... Uh. I could probably swing a kilt, but a skirt... I don't know. How short is it?" He raised a hand to swim through blonde curtains while other hand tucked white wires back into his pocket. He had kind eyes. A pale blue that had a light in them, a light that went away when he took his Ghost-Away medication, and it was the reason he wasn't it on it anymore. He took the napkins she retrieved and thin lips widened that smile a bit more. "Thanks, Mira. Ugh, yeah. Ghosts. We'll just blame ghosts." Tom had avoided her, but she may have felt a cold breeze when he smacked her on the bottom. How could the cold air get her bare ass! Oi, tonight we're going to swing by this one's apartment again. Maybe she sleeps naked or will hop in the shower. You let me get in thar, an' get a good look at 'er.. an' we can have peace. Tom went ignored by Huck, not even glancing at him. Although, how fiercely he paid attention to Mira and refused to look in any other direction may have come off as a bit awkward too.
[Miriam] Miriam sort of knew Hannah, a little. Dance class. Hannah was the super-talented redhead whose skill the faerie sort of envied and whose resolute silence she sort of admired. The other guy? No idea who the hell he was, but he seemed nice enough. Huck was the lone beacon of familiarity, which was saying a lot for a guy who had crashed on her couch while hung over. She'd made him toast. It had almost been a gesture of mercy. Weren't her kind supposed to be less-than-nice to humans? "It's pretty short. Miniskirt. I don't think you should, unless you're really good at tucking." She was a playful banter sort, but Huck almost seemed too sweet for it. The light in his eyes, the kindness in them. It was something the faerie didn't get to see often. Certainly not often enough. It made her own eyes soften a little. "I'm going to grab some tea. Can I join you after I get it? I'll protect you from further phantom coffee spills." Something cold connected with her skin, through layers of denim above and lace within, and she actually made a small noise of surprise. "Damn, who's leaving the door open on a night like this? Letting in a fucking draft."
[Huck] Hopefully Doc wasn't here. Huck could hardly handle Tom the ghost, and when other ghosts came around it really made him uncomfortable. Especially once they realized he could see them. "Sure, yeah.. That'd be great. I'll meet you back at the booth I'm going to go blow-dry my groin..." He chucked a thumb towards the bathroom and made a head gesture like he wanted her to follow him. Except that he didn't look at her when she made the face, but look to her right. And then he left. Once bathroom was reached he immediately went for the sink and used some of those napkins Mira had given him. Wet, wipe. Wet, wipe. Tom followed, like he was told. "Uncool. Uncool. First off, no, we're not going to peep on anyone.. Thomas." Said over the running water. "Secondly, this shit needs to stop. Okay. I'm serious." Oh look at me, I'm Huck. And I'm serious! Tom's ghost-energy surged in the bathroom and all the blow-dryers kicked to life simultaneously. "I'm fucking serious. I'm not playing with you right now, okay? We can deal with this later, stop bothering me." Huck had moved to one of those blow-dryers and thrusted his groin and shirt in front of it, so it looked like he was talking to his dick when the older man came out of one of the toilets. He didn't even bother washing his hands, glancing at Huck once, and then heading back out into the coffee shop. Tom laughed like a maniac. Huck ventured back to his booth. He was still covered in stains, and this time had red on his cheeks. If Mira was there waiting he'd of course say, Hi again.
[Miriam] Mira was mercifully oblivious to Huck having a conversation with Lil' Huck in the bathroom, which is honestly what she would've thought too if she had been there to witness it. Hey, awkward boners are serious business. By the time he returned, the dark-haired slip of a thing was marching back towards the booth with a mug of tea in one hand and too many packets of honey in the other. She slid into the booth across from him, looked him over, and gave him a sad sort of smile. "That's going to stain," she said, pointing out the obvious. "You know, I had a really nice blouse that was ruined by tea. I'm thinking about trying to make a fashion statement with it. Maybe you can do the same with coffee." Thanks, Alice! "Trendy." Those luminous brown eyes watched the poor thing, and she smiled. "So, you know, I don't...I don't know much about you. Do you, um, is there anything you want to tell me about yourself, I guess?" Mira was shit at getting to know people unless they just opened up and spewed forth information. Huck was not going to do that, she was sure. But she felt compelled to ask. To learn. To figure out what made him tick and what pulled her in to him like a hooked minnow. Maybe if she understood that, she'd understand herself. Attention was stolen by yells on the other side of the window, muffled by glass but still a clear disturbance in the otherwise peaceful night. She turned, looked, widened her eyes and then looked away as though guilty. ...And proceeded to kinda glance out of the corner of her eye every so often. Nosy little fae.
[Huck] Huck's journey back to the table went uneventful, but not for lack of trying. Tom again exposing himself from thin air and flashing him ghost-ass. But Huck was more prepared this time around and fit himself directly across from Mira after she met him halfway. Once he returned to his side of the booth he folded up his notepad and stuffed it in nearby backpack, blue eyes peering back over at Mira while she spoke. Eyebrows were lower at first, eyes half-lidded, but they went up and his ORBS in his ORBITAL SOCKETS went into saucers. "Uh.. I uh..." Was there a secret that he had that she didn't know? Was she like telling him he had a secret? What did she mean.. tell her something... about himself. "I'm a... I don't know. Haha." Lips pursed together and he looked down at the table briefly, again lifting fingers to dissuade blonde from interferring with his vision. "I like to write. Draw. I'm from Limmerick. Uh, I'm a janitor." Oh, that's exciting. Tell her you got a twelve inch cock and it tastes like fuckin' chocolate! Girls love fuckin' chocolate. Ouph. "Ah, tell me something about you... " Yes, that should have been the first thing you said. Move the topic of conversation off your boring self.
[Miriam] The way his eyes widened--had she offended him accidentally? Mira almost cringed, but thankfully his orbs went back to their standard orbital orb position in their orbits and he spat out a few facts. "You draw?" It was followed by what every artist probably fucking dreads, but Mira wasn't an artist and neither was her player so what the hell do we know? "Is it imposing if I ask to like, um, see sometime? My mom was an artist, and my brother is too, but let's just say the gift skipped me." Because she wasn't of their blood, she said to herself. She wasn't a Roth, not really. She was a foundling, and her skills were very, very different. Her grin grew when the topic was shifted on to her. Smart move. Also a smart move was not telling her that his dick was twelve inches and tasted like a Hershey bar, because she would disbelieve the latter and worry immensely about the former. Twelve inches was about five or six inches too much dick. "Well, um. I'm from New York, I sing and I dance, I used to be in the circus, and I'm majoring in theater. Tech, not performing. Not right now." Her own orbly orbs tilted towards the door, where a ginger was being embraced by a stranger. Well, nobody was dying or screaming, and there was hugging, so she figured it couldn't be a bad thing.
[Huck] "Uh.. yeah.. sure.. I have some work at home, and the stuff I have here is.. eh.. But.. you can swing by sometime.. or I can bring it out or something." He let shoulders lift and roll before frame squirmed and he squeaked out of the side of the booth. He drove a hand into his pocket and pulled free a pen, other hand lurching out to grab ahold of Mira's wrist and he wrote down on her hand. "I just got a new phone because my other one is..." Maggie has it. "Gone, so this is my new number. Just give me a call or something, and you can swing by take a gander... or whatever. I've got to be at work, and I'm just realizing now.. I need to clean up before I do that." Because walking around a place for six hours with sticky clothes that smelled like coffee did not sound like a good idea to him. Number left on her hand with his name and he gave her a wave before hitching on pack and making a beeline for the door.
[Miriam] It was hard to keep that grin off the faerie's face, the lopsided one that was not quite right and yet oh so right, when Huck came 'round to her side of the booth and snatched up her hand. If Tucker were here, he would have done just what he did to Ash, showed up a few moments later and made loud noises about 'omg don't leave it on your hand what if you wash it off' blah blah. But instead, it was just the girl smirking right up at that kind-puppy face. She didn't understand, and maybe she didn't have to understand, but she'd keep trying. "I'd love to," she said. Not so fast there, home skillet. Mira followed. No, not out. Just long enough to, of all things, pop a chaste, harmless kiss to his cheekbone. "Have fun with the drudgery," she said, sympathetic and snarky at the same time. And then she was trudging on back to the booth that was now hers and hers alone. The stare of the man who was all up in the girl outside's grill was given a grin and an upnod like nothing had ever happened. Mira will sit here and sip her tea for the moment like the 'but that's not any of my business' Kermit.
SUMMARY: Huck and Mira attempt a little normal (read: awkward) social interaction. Tom, as usual, interferes.
TW: language, womanizing, mild sexually suggestive content
[Miriam] Mira's footsteps through the night in her riding boots were almost silent, but her voice sure as hell was not. Not that she was raising unholy hell, but she was certainly talking on her phone. "I don't know where I found it," she insisted to the party on the other end of the line. "You're asking me about something that happened months ago. I mean, I remember the general area? I can meet you in the library tomorrow and show you." She nudged her way through the doors, not even noticing the shadowy figure lurking across the way. Either this was important, or she had the general survival skills of a blithe Corgi. "Uh-huh. Don't you worry your precious demony head about it, you know how I am about projects." For the duration of the call, Mira hung back out of politeness to Andy. "Okay, okay, look, I know you want to have a lot of feelings but I'm not the best person to--oh, muffin." Sigh. This was going to take longer than she'd wanted. She gave Andy a 'please hold' sort of gesture, waved at Hannah, and slunk down in a chair to play therapist to an unhappy cambion. "Uh-huh. Oh my god, North, just leave her alone tonight and buy her some pretty flowers tomorrow, okay?" Mira's why-me expression was comical.
[Huck] Huckleberry was having a hell of a week. Tom was fucking relentless. Constantly acting up every given chance, and it was truly becoming an nuisance. Huck considered himself to be pretty excellent at ignoring the things that other "normal" people never saw, but Tom knew his tricks. Knew how to really get to him in certain situations and make everything awkward, and he was promising there would not be an end until he got another 'night' with the body. Claiming that a certain Freya girl and Mira had exorcised him improperly against their verbal contract. Huck argued that the hijacking of the body and ruining of dinner was the exchange, and that's when this new onslaught had occurred. It left Huck with getting no sleep and twitchy. It was part of the reason he was tucked into a booth by himself inside the Joe's place with head dipped down in notebook. He would look around blankly with pale features and dark circles around those eyes, take a sip of his coffee, and then turn attention back to page before writing for a bit and then doing the same. I-Pod (really the only thing worth anything that he owned) had earbuds tucked away in his ear and he lifted his coffee again. HUCK! Tom's hand waved vigorously in front of his brother's face as he came out of nowhere. Ghostly vision of Tom had Huck flick his coffee in the air, spilling brown up high and wide and it splashed down over his sweatshirt and lap. "Blooooody fuck, fuck, fuck!" The Irish guy spilling out of the booth and peeling sweatshirt off to leave him in the plain white t-shirt and blue jeans that were currently steaming with that hot joe. He literally sat just outside the booth pressing sweatshirt agains his groin and forcing legs to spread taut, trying to keep hot denim from touching his genitals or thighs. Shit was hot.
[Miriam]"Yeah. Uh-huh. What you need is like...a shower and a beer and to go the fuck to bed, man." Beat. "Okay, no beer, I don't know. Warm milk?" Beat. "Uh-huh. Well, go get some sleep, dude. I'll see you tomorrow. Night." She finally got Mister Sensitive Cambion Problems off the phone, and that meant that she could finally place an order with Andy. It was a bit late for caffeine, but a nice herbal tea sounded fabulous. Of course, halfway there, she was distracted by Huck having one hell of a moment. So while he ended up trying not to scald his bits, those riding boots stopped before his booth. Blue jeans were tucked into them, formfitting but comfortable, and yes, that was a too-large Shepherd University sweatshirt she was sporting. Apparently she took fashion cues from Mackie now, because she had cut the neckline wide enough to show straps of a red cami underneath and leave her shoulders bared. "You, uh, you need some help there?" she asked. Hey, at least tonight he was sober. And he'd smell like coffee, which was way nicer than the reek of booze, in her not so humble opinion here.
[Huck] He saw boots and legs. And he winked one eye up at the Mira that stood over him now. Her lips were moving, but he couldn't quite hear her. Not as clearly as he heard Tom anyways. Oh yeah. Pink Floyd was singing to him right now... thought control... Hey! He plucked earbuds out and crinkled his nose, light smile touching and he peered down at his lap. The navy blue sweatshirt moved away from his groin, peering at the large stains that now made it look like he wasn't quite potty-trained yet. He took his eyes off the pretty girl who let him crash on her couch, the sigh offered before Irish accent. "...uh, you don't have a fresh pair of underwear and pants.. do you..." He didn't think she did. I'd certainly like to see you in her underear, brother. Mm. Did you see this one's ass yet? Come 'ere, get ova' here. Take ma look. Huck paid no mine to the ghost who was bent over with hands on his knees staring directly at Mira's rump. He would have given anything to have her fart. "Ugh. I'm a klutz." He held arms out and peered down at himself. A tan stain had managed to leak through and infect the snow-white of his t-shirt, big splotched lake of a stain on his groin and thigh.
[Miriam] It was probably Tom's lucky day, because Mira was leaning forward to kind of...take a look at the damage to Huck's attire. Whatever she saw there, it made her wince slightly. "Sorry, I'm all out of pants that would even come close to fitting you. Might have a skirt, though." Her nose wrinkled in amusement. "I don't know, do you think you have the legs for it?" She stood back upright and took a slight step back to counterbalance, possibly walking back through Tom without even realizing it. Movement, over to the napkin dispenser at the end of the counter, and she returned with a handful of them, presenting them to Huck with that left-handed lopsided smirk of hers. Lips were, for once, not painted. Just glossed with something light. Makeup was light too, actually, simple, natural. This was dressed-down Mira. "So I'm going to pretend that you didn't spill coffee on yourself, so you can save face. I'm going to pretend that a ghost did it." Did she know what she was talking about? Of course she didn't. Mira was just pulling his chain a little bit, playing with him. "I mean, it's October. Seems about the right time of year for that." Halloween. Fuck yes. Halloween made her little Unseelie heart so very happy. Well, that, and she loved candy and dressing up.
[Huck] Other folks that were here he didn't know. Like that red headed chick. Or that guy over there, or that new guy that just came in. They weren't ghosts though, that was good. Ghosts were the worst. "... Uh. I could probably swing a kilt, but a skirt... I don't know. How short is it?" He raised a hand to swim through blonde curtains while other hand tucked white wires back into his pocket. He had kind eyes. A pale blue that had a light in them, a light that went away when he took his Ghost-Away medication, and it was the reason he wasn't it on it anymore. He took the napkins she retrieved and thin lips widened that smile a bit more. "Thanks, Mira. Ugh, yeah. Ghosts. We'll just blame ghosts." Tom had avoided her, but she may have felt a cold breeze when he smacked her on the bottom. How could the cold air get her bare ass! Oi, tonight we're going to swing by this one's apartment again. Maybe she sleeps naked or will hop in the shower. You let me get in thar, an' get a good look at 'er.. an' we can have peace. Tom went ignored by Huck, not even glancing at him. Although, how fiercely he paid attention to Mira and refused to look in any other direction may have come off as a bit awkward too.
[Miriam] Miriam sort of knew Hannah, a little. Dance class. Hannah was the super-talented redhead whose skill the faerie sort of envied and whose resolute silence she sort of admired. The other guy? No idea who the hell he was, but he seemed nice enough. Huck was the lone beacon of familiarity, which was saying a lot for a guy who had crashed on her couch while hung over. She'd made him toast. It had almost been a gesture of mercy. Weren't her kind supposed to be less-than-nice to humans? "It's pretty short. Miniskirt. I don't think you should, unless you're really good at tucking." She was a playful banter sort, but Huck almost seemed too sweet for it. The light in his eyes, the kindness in them. It was something the faerie didn't get to see often. Certainly not often enough. It made her own eyes soften a little. "I'm going to grab some tea. Can I join you after I get it? I'll protect you from further phantom coffee spills." Something cold connected with her skin, through layers of denim above and lace within, and she actually made a small noise of surprise. "Damn, who's leaving the door open on a night like this? Letting in a fucking draft."
[Huck] Hopefully Doc wasn't here. Huck could hardly handle Tom the ghost, and when other ghosts came around it really made him uncomfortable. Especially once they realized he could see them. "Sure, yeah.. That'd be great. I'll meet you back at the booth I'm going to go blow-dry my groin..." He chucked a thumb towards the bathroom and made a head gesture like he wanted her to follow him. Except that he didn't look at her when she made the face, but look to her right. And then he left. Once bathroom was reached he immediately went for the sink and used some of those napkins Mira had given him. Wet, wipe. Wet, wipe. Tom followed, like he was told. "Uncool. Uncool. First off, no, we're not going to peep on anyone.. Thomas." Said over the running water. "Secondly, this shit needs to stop. Okay. I'm serious." Oh look at me, I'm Huck. And I'm serious! Tom's ghost-energy surged in the bathroom and all the blow-dryers kicked to life simultaneously. "I'm fucking serious. I'm not playing with you right now, okay? We can deal with this later, stop bothering me." Huck had moved to one of those blow-dryers and thrusted his groin and shirt in front of it, so it looked like he was talking to his dick when the older man came out of one of the toilets. He didn't even bother washing his hands, glancing at Huck once, and then heading back out into the coffee shop. Tom laughed like a maniac. Huck ventured back to his booth. He was still covered in stains, and this time had red on his cheeks. If Mira was there waiting he'd of course say, Hi again.
[Miriam] Mira was mercifully oblivious to Huck having a conversation with Lil' Huck in the bathroom, which is honestly what she would've thought too if she had been there to witness it. Hey, awkward boners are serious business. By the time he returned, the dark-haired slip of a thing was marching back towards the booth with a mug of tea in one hand and too many packets of honey in the other. She slid into the booth across from him, looked him over, and gave him a sad sort of smile. "That's going to stain," she said, pointing out the obvious. "You know, I had a really nice blouse that was ruined by tea. I'm thinking about trying to make a fashion statement with it. Maybe you can do the same with coffee." Thanks, Alice! "Trendy." Those luminous brown eyes watched the poor thing, and she smiled. "So, you know, I don't...I don't know much about you. Do you, um, is there anything you want to tell me about yourself, I guess?" Mira was shit at getting to know people unless they just opened up and spewed forth information. Huck was not going to do that, she was sure. But she felt compelled to ask. To learn. To figure out what made him tick and what pulled her in to him like a hooked minnow. Maybe if she understood that, she'd understand herself. Attention was stolen by yells on the other side of the window, muffled by glass but still a clear disturbance in the otherwise peaceful night. She turned, looked, widened her eyes and then looked away as though guilty. ...And proceeded to kinda glance out of the corner of her eye every so often. Nosy little fae.
[Huck] Huck's journey back to the table went uneventful, but not for lack of trying. Tom again exposing himself from thin air and flashing him ghost-ass. But Huck was more prepared this time around and fit himself directly across from Mira after she met him halfway. Once he returned to his side of the booth he folded up his notepad and stuffed it in nearby backpack, blue eyes peering back over at Mira while she spoke. Eyebrows were lower at first, eyes half-lidded, but they went up and his ORBS in his ORBITAL SOCKETS went into saucers. "Uh.. I uh..." Was there a secret that he had that she didn't know? Was she like telling him he had a secret? What did she mean.. tell her something... about himself. "I'm a... I don't know. Haha." Lips pursed together and he looked down at the table briefly, again lifting fingers to dissuade blonde from interferring with his vision. "I like to write. Draw. I'm from Limmerick. Uh, I'm a janitor." Oh, that's exciting. Tell her you got a twelve inch cock and it tastes like fuckin' chocolate! Girls love fuckin' chocolate. Ouph. "Ah, tell me something about you... " Yes, that should have been the first thing you said. Move the topic of conversation off your boring self.
[Miriam] The way his eyes widened--had she offended him accidentally? Mira almost cringed, but thankfully his orbs went back to their standard orbital orb position in their orbits and he spat out a few facts. "You draw?" It was followed by what every artist probably fucking dreads, but Mira wasn't an artist and neither was her player so what the hell do we know? "Is it imposing if I ask to like, um, see sometime? My mom was an artist, and my brother is too, but let's just say the gift skipped me." Because she wasn't of their blood, she said to herself. She wasn't a Roth, not really. She was a foundling, and her skills were very, very different. Her grin grew when the topic was shifted on to her. Smart move. Also a smart move was not telling her that his dick was twelve inches and tasted like a Hershey bar, because she would disbelieve the latter and worry immensely about the former. Twelve inches was about five or six inches too much dick. "Well, um. I'm from New York, I sing and I dance, I used to be in the circus, and I'm majoring in theater. Tech, not performing. Not right now." Her own orbly orbs tilted towards the door, where a ginger was being embraced by a stranger. Well, nobody was dying or screaming, and there was hugging, so she figured it couldn't be a bad thing.
[Huck] "Uh.. yeah.. sure.. I have some work at home, and the stuff I have here is.. eh.. But.. you can swing by sometime.. or I can bring it out or something." He let shoulders lift and roll before frame squirmed and he squeaked out of the side of the booth. He drove a hand into his pocket and pulled free a pen, other hand lurching out to grab ahold of Mira's wrist and he wrote down on her hand. "I just got a new phone because my other one is..." Maggie has it. "Gone, so this is my new number. Just give me a call or something, and you can swing by take a gander... or whatever. I've got to be at work, and I'm just realizing now.. I need to clean up before I do that." Because walking around a place for six hours with sticky clothes that smelled like coffee did not sound like a good idea to him. Number left on her hand with his name and he gave her a wave before hitching on pack and making a beeline for the door.
[Miriam] It was hard to keep that grin off the faerie's face, the lopsided one that was not quite right and yet oh so right, when Huck came 'round to her side of the booth and snatched up her hand. If Tucker were here, he would have done just what he did to Ash, showed up a few moments later and made loud noises about 'omg don't leave it on your hand what if you wash it off' blah blah. But instead, it was just the girl smirking right up at that kind-puppy face. She didn't understand, and maybe she didn't have to understand, but she'd keep trying. "I'd love to," she said. Not so fast there, home skillet. Mira followed. No, not out. Just long enough to, of all things, pop a chaste, harmless kiss to his cheekbone. "Have fun with the drudgery," she said, sympathetic and snarky at the same time. And then she was trudging on back to the booth that was now hers and hers alone. The stare of the man who was all up in the girl outside's grill was given a grin and an upnod like nothing had ever happened. Mira will sit here and sip her tea for the moment like the 'but that's not any of my business' Kermit.