[ passing through the front door instead of knocking is more out of necessity than rudeness, although if given the choice, zephyr would probably forego knocking all the same. he's here for a trade; he knows it, josh knows it, and though the human witch is cute to look at and fun to play with (those ears), zephyr knows better than to get attached.
he can never stay for long. ]
I'm a little early...
[ he announces this a bit mistily as he drifts down the entryway, searching for his host. ]
[Connor doesn't really have any interest in aggressively pursuing relationships of any kind at college. It's pretty low on his priority list, buried somewhere under scraping passing grades so his parents don't have more things to guilt him about, and getting drunk enough to enjoy the few social events he does rock up to.
It's just they're the only two who have ended up outside on the lawn in front of the dorms while the party keeps raging inside, and the guy is cute, and Connor's just tipsy enough to be brave. So.]
[Josh is treated to an early (so early that perhaps it's actually just late for some people) wake up call by way of loud, semi-decent singing, followed by rhythmic knocking at the door.
Klaus has forgotten his keys again.
--Is what he'll say. The truth is that there's only ever been one set of keys, because they're the ones he stole from under a flower pot downstairs.]
[ All of Loren's most successful conversations begin this way, and Joshua is not in for a train wreck at all. Loren leaned forward onto the table, perching his chin on his left hand and trying to look very sincere. It involved a conspicuous amount of eye contact and only minimal pouting. ]
I don't want us to have one of those friendships where we only see each other when one of us needs something.
[ This is the part that Loren is sincere about. He doesn't have a lot of people he can talk to about this side of his life, and fewer that understand it without getting creeped out or annoyed. Or like. More annoyed than Josh is likely to be. ]
So that's why I got you this, um, little cactus. And also brunch.
[ Loren smiles and presents the tiny plant in an appropriately tiny flowerpot. Look. He painted skulls on it and tied a little lavender ribbon around it, too. Please like it. Please say he did a good job.
[ It's not often Anna ends up awakening in America.
The pain of deep purple and red bruises on her back tell her she's gone a long way this time.
She stands there, in the middle of the busy evening sidewalk, annoying locals as she stares down at the concrete under her bare and bloodied feet. There's no doubt she gives off the look of a woman who just escaped something horrible, or one of the druggie homeless. Her lace white dress ends at her knees and has an open back, making the nasty bruises on her back hard to miss. And her long blonde hair looks windswept or maybe never brushed.
But her green eyes are sharp, clear and alert. Green, sharp, clear, alert and suddenly looking directly at Joshua like she can see his very soul. ] I think I had a dream about death. Or perhaps it was life? [ A couple light steps toward him and suddenly her magic is buzzing in the air, static electricity just waiting for someone to shuffle their feet. It's not violent, however, simply everywhere and uncontrolled. It reaches towards his unabashedly with a gentle touch - soft as a bumblebee's fur. ] They're both the same to you, aren't they?
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he can never stay for long. ]
I'm a little early...
[ he announces this a bit mistily as he drifts down the entryway, searching for his host. ]
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It's just they're the only two who have ended up outside on the lawn in front of the dorms while the party keeps raging inside, and the guy is cute, and Connor's just tipsy enough to be brave. So.]
Nice glasses.
[He never claimed to be a good flirt.]
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Klaus has forgotten his keys again.
--Is what he'll say. The truth is that there's only ever been one set of keys, because they're the ones he stole from under a flower pot downstairs.]
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[ All of Loren's most successful conversations begin this way, and Joshua is not in for a train wreck at all. Loren leaned forward onto the table, perching his chin on his left hand and trying to look very sincere. It involved a conspicuous amount of eye contact and only minimal pouting. ]
I don't want us to have one of those friendships where we only see each other when one of us needs something.
[ This is the part that Loren is sincere about. He doesn't have a lot of people he can talk to about this side of his life, and fewer that understand it without getting creeped out or annoyed. Or like. More annoyed than Josh is likely to be. ]
So that's why I got you this, um, little cactus. And also brunch.
[ Loren smiles and presents the tiny plant in an appropriately tiny flowerpot. Look. He painted skulls on it and tied a little lavender ribbon around it, too. Please like it. Please say he did a good job.
Also he absolutely does need something. ]
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The pain of deep purple and red bruises on her back tell her she's gone a long way this time.
She stands there, in the middle of the busy evening sidewalk, annoying locals as she stares down at the concrete under her bare and bloodied feet. There's no doubt she gives off the look of a woman who just escaped something horrible, or one of the druggie homeless. Her lace white dress ends at her knees and has an open back, making the nasty bruises on her back hard to miss. And her long blonde hair looks windswept or maybe never brushed.
But her green eyes are sharp, clear and alert. Green, sharp, clear, alert and suddenly looking directly at Joshua like she can see his very soul. ] I think I had a dream about death. Or perhaps it was life? [ A couple light steps toward him and suddenly her magic is buzzing in the air, static electricity just waiting for someone to shuffle their feet. It's not violent, however, simply everywhere and uncontrolled. It reaches towards his unabashedly with a gentle touch - soft as a bumblebee's fur. ] They're both the same to you, aren't they?
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