Post by Clyde Mannette on Jan 26, 2015 5:32:10 GMT 9.5
Recovering from the second-near drowning of the day (which was just as unpleasant as the first despite having been milk instead of water), Clyde straightened his glamor up in time to catch the exchange between his two "companions". His gaze darted between the two-- the boy with the dark hair and the girl with the wild hair-- again and he narrowed his eyes. They seemed like they were getting at something. An obvious joke? An affirmation of whatever nasty trick they had planned for him? He didn't like the way girl spoke
“I wouldn’t go as far to say I can see souls, but I can see you’re different.”
Fear flashed through Clyde's expression-- he could feel his mouth slowly part and hang in open-mouthed disbelief. Did this intimidating pair know? But how could they? How could anyone--
“Why does your aura stop here, hm?”
Fool reached towards him and Clyde did not have time to flinch until he'd gotten close enough to leave his palm hovering centimeters from the inglorious glamor. With a startled but muffled inhale, Clyde drew away from the other boy, nearly bucking himself from his own chair; his weight hadn't been enough, though, to upset the furniture, which was, perhaps, the only event of the day to have flipped in his favor.
Fool was grinning like a fox with eye the color of chlorinated water and the curly haired one, Rose, she looked half-amused as well. Humored enough to supply her own reason for Fool's question,
"Prolly didn' feed 'is soul 'nough veg when 'e was little."
It took him a bit to puzzle his way through the accent and then another to try and figure out what the jab of the statement was supposed to be. Was she insulting his upbringing or his personal habits? He was on the verge of asking her, no longer afraid to hide the irritation in his voice, when Fool cut in,
"The cards won’t tell me, but they’ll tell you what you need to know. So what'll it be?”
Clyde glanced down at the fairy mug and suppressed a shudder, his mind racing with the fear and anger of his own predicament, both currently and all of his life in general, and then said, avoiding both his "companions" eyes,
"If I agree to go along with whatever you're talking about, will you leave me alone until," he glanced back at the water pelting against the cafe windows, "Until the rain stops?"
“I wouldn’t go as far to say I can see souls, but I can see you’re different.”
Fear flashed through Clyde's expression-- he could feel his mouth slowly part and hang in open-mouthed disbelief. Did this intimidating pair know? But how could they? How could anyone--
“Why does your aura stop here, hm?”
Fool reached towards him and Clyde did not have time to flinch until he'd gotten close enough to leave his palm hovering centimeters from the inglorious glamor. With a startled but muffled inhale, Clyde drew away from the other boy, nearly bucking himself from his own chair; his weight hadn't been enough, though, to upset the furniture, which was, perhaps, the only event of the day to have flipped in his favor.
Fool was grinning like a fox with eye the color of chlorinated water and the curly haired one, Rose, she looked half-amused as well. Humored enough to supply her own reason for Fool's question,
"Prolly didn' feed 'is soul 'nough veg when 'e was little."
It took him a bit to puzzle his way through the accent and then another to try and figure out what the jab of the statement was supposed to be. Was she insulting his upbringing or his personal habits? He was on the verge of asking her, no longer afraid to hide the irritation in his voice, when Fool cut in,
"The cards won’t tell me, but they’ll tell you what you need to know. So what'll it be?”
Clyde glanced down at the fairy mug and suppressed a shudder, his mind racing with the fear and anger of his own predicament, both currently and all of his life in general, and then said, avoiding both his "companions" eyes,
"If I agree to go along with whatever you're talking about, will you leave me alone until," he glanced back at the water pelting against the cafe windows, "Until the rain stops?"
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I think I might be
scared
Of the man and the men with their
hands inside and the women, oh,
the women all they do is cry
And i, well i lose my mind
MADE BY VEL OF GS