[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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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.]