[Little of column A, little of column B... She's definitely doing it on purpose this time. She's pretty sure he's flirting back--she's going to assume that, anyway, because it's what she wants to hear.]
Why be jealous? [she flicks her hair back from her face, giggling lightly] You're poring over old books and taking naps in lecture. Obviously you picked that because it's better than the creative life.
[Arlene don't insult him while you're flirting why are you like this]
[Terra snickers quietly and softly jabs a finger into her shoulder.]
Don't rub salt on the wound, 'kay? [He furrows his brow at her playfully.]
If I had the talent, I would've tried it. I think all of the theatre kids in high school resented me for being twice the size of them. Or were just afraid of me.
[Among other things. It's hard being a mysterious tall muscly freak ok]
Sadly, my set of skills have doomed me to being a talking head on the history channel at best. Although as far as heads go, I think I'm doing alright. [Gringrin. Is the bravado false? Not even he knows.]
[She pouts, swatting at his hand, and a couple tiny sparks follow the motion.]
At least you'll be a nice head to look at.
[what is subtlety, certainly not something Arlene knows. At least the coffee shop is just ahead... so she can be an embarrassment in a more fitting setting... is that a good thing.
Are they even going to have anything in their size? Not that that's bothered any of the regulars over at work, apparently.]
[Okay she has to be in to him, right? Right?? He has no idea, and all he knows is a cute girl is alluding to the fact that he might be handsome, and he doesn't feel like a total piece of garbage.
...Wait a minute.
As the enter the shop, Terra takes a step ahead of her and turns around to face her head on as they enter the line.]
So, Arlene. [He gives her a curious, teasing kind of look.]
Do you shoot sparks at all of the guys who ask you out for coffee?
[Said with a wink as she holds out her hand and, with a snap of her fingers, conjures a small ball of sparks. It lasts a couple seconds before she lets it fizzle out. The fact that others might be looking apparently doesn't occur to her (actually, she just doesn't care.)]
[Despite hearing about all of the crazy, magical abilities that those with the app had, he never had seen any of them in person. Watching such a blatant demonstration, he can't help but gape a bit. And honestly, the disregard for the people around them is kind of hot.]
Holy shit.
That's metal as hell.
[And after a few seconds at amazement, he cocks his eyebrow.]
Any other magic tricks up your sleeves? You have a captivated audience, here.
[Ooh, wait, better(?) idea. She's done this to herself often enough by accident, it shouldn't be hard to extend it...]
Do you mind...
[It's not a question. She's taking his hand anyway, sandwiching it between both of hers. As she draws on her newfound power, she pictures the way she kept ending up when she first got it, charged with static like she'd spent all day shuffling on a carpet in fuzzy socks. She's hoping to pass a similar charge on this time.
[Okay so this day has gone from a 5 to a 9 extraordinarily fast. Complete disbelief as she grabs his hand. Is this...is this going somewh--OUCH. His hand instinctively grips hers tighter as the shock comes in, and after it fades, the hand stays there. He bumped into a cute girl with super powers. Incredible.]
My heart is still beating, right? [There's a bit of wince in his face as he says it, how much he may or may not be exaggerating is kind of a mystery.]
Jesus christ, that was cool. Painful, and not a thousand percent consensual, but very cool. [Honestly, he's a bit jealous. And still holding her hand because. you know. gift horses and their mouths and whatnot]
[If he's not letting go of it she sees no reason to do it either. The faintest hint of chagrin appears in a crease between her brows when he mentions pain, because that actually wasn't the goal, but it quickly goes away. She looks up at him with a little smirk.]
[Okay he starting to really want to kiss this girl he just met. Gotta cool it, gotta cool it...]
I bet it feels pretty nice once you're used to it...
So you have my permission to keep at it, how about that? [Smiles with one eye closed. Nope. Cooling it is not fucking happening any time soon he just digs the hole deeper. Maybe coffee wasn't the right way to approach this...]
[One eyebrow quirks upward, and she giggles to herself. So that's what he's into, huh?]
There's no taking that back later.
[... except there is, because consent and whatnot, but. You know. Whoops, while they've been standing here flirting shamelessly, the customers in front of them have gotten their orders. "I can take the next customer," the barista calls out, and it's pretty obvious who it's directed at.]
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Why be jealous? [she flicks her hair back from her face, giggling lightly] You're poring over old books and taking naps in lecture. Obviously you picked that because it's better than the creative life.
[Arlene don't insult him while you're flirting why are you like this]
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Don't rub salt on the wound, 'kay? [He furrows his brow at her playfully.]
If I had the talent, I would've tried it. I think all of the theatre kids in high school resented me for being twice the size of them. Or were just afraid of me.
[Among other things. It's hard being a mysterious tall muscly freak ok]
Sadly, my set of skills have doomed me to being a talking head on the history channel at best.
Although as far as heads go, I think I'm doing alright. [Gringrin. Is the bravado false? Not even he knows.]
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At least you'll be a nice head to look at.
[what is subtlety, certainly not something Arlene knows. At least the coffee shop is just ahead... so she can be an embarrassment in a more fitting setting... is that a good thing.
Are they even going to have anything in their size? Not that that's bothered any of the regulars over at work, apparently.]
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...Wait a minute.
As the enter the shop, Terra takes a step ahead of her and turns around to face her head on as they enter the line.]
So, Arlene. [He gives her a curious, teasing kind of look.]
Do you shoot sparks at all of the guys who ask you out for coffee?
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[Said with a wink as she holds out her hand and, with a snap of her fingers, conjures a small ball of sparks. It lasts a couple seconds before she lets it fizzle out. The fact that others might be looking apparently doesn't occur to her (actually, she just doesn't care.)]
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Holy shit.
That's metal as hell.
[And after a few seconds at amazement, he cocks his eyebrow.]
Any other magic tricks up your sleeves? You have a captivated audience, here.
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[Ooh, wait, better(?) idea. She's done this to herself often enough by accident, it shouldn't be hard to extend it...]
Do you mind...
[It's not a question. She's taking his hand anyway, sandwiching it between both of hers. As she draws on her newfound power, she pictures the way she kept ending up when she first got it, charged with static like she'd spent all day shuffling on a carpet in fuzzy socks. She's hoping to pass a similar charge on this time.
Yeah, it's mostly an excuse to touch him.]
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My heart is still beating, right? [There's a bit of wince in his face as he says it, how much he may or may not be exaggerating is kind of a mystery.]
Jesus christ, that was cool. Painful, and not a thousand percent consensual, but very cool. [Honestly, he's a bit jealous. And still holding her hand because. you know. gift horses and their mouths and whatnot]
as always, thanks for putting up with my slow
Oh, so I should ask next time?
take as much time as you need <3
I bet it feels pretty nice once you're used to it...
So you have my permission to keep at it, how about that? [Smiles with one eye closed. Nope. Cooling it is not fucking happening any time soon he just digs the hole deeper. Maybe coffee wasn't the right way to approach this...]
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There's no taking that back later.
[... except there is, because consent and whatnot, but. You know. Whoops, while they've been standing here flirting shamelessly, the customers in front of them have gotten their orders. "I can take the next customer," the barista calls out, and it's pretty obvious who it's directed at.]