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@ask-tier
"-I do know what I’m doing, y’know. More so than you do, and the last thing I want is you injuring yourself. Come on-” he insists, still waiting for the scissors to be given back.Â
He supposed he did have a point. He looked at the scissor before begrudgingly returning it. He mumbled quietly for a moment, then crossing his arms he sighed.
"-fine."
He holds back a sigh, not sure what he really expected. Tier had first asked for a knife, after all.
"Give them here." Fingers motion for the scissors to be returned; he at least has experience to know how to cut hair.
He frowns, unsure of what to think. Another favor? If this kept up, he'd lose tabs. He pulled the scissors behind his back.
"It's fine."
"They’re a worse idea than a knife," he laughs, going to retrieve the scissors from the drawer. A moment later he returns, hesitating for a moment before he holds them out to Tier.
"Do you know what you’re doing?"
He reaches for the scissors and receives them, touching the blades with a finger- just enough that he doesn't cut himself. It's sharp enough- he concludes.
"No."
"Alright."
"Let me just go and get them."
"- thanks. I couldn't... find anything to cut it with. Other than my gear."
"Yeah, that- No. Knives really aren’t for cutting hair. Scissors would be better."
"But they're both... never mind. Scissors then."
"That really depends on what it is."
"I'm going to cut my hair. Do you have a knife?"
“Why’s it so quiet.”
"- hey. Can you help with something?"
"It’s alright- I’ll pay, seeing as I did ask."
"-I can pay for some of it. Just have to spend carefully until next pay, that's all."
He remembered at one point hearing that girls had cooties. If that was true, Salma Sinclair would be the queen of cooties. At least that’s what little Taariq concluded was wrong with the strange girl who had been following him all morning. And the last. And the day before that too. Normally he…
Little Salma couldn’t help it, she just found the quiet boy so interesting. She wanted to be his friend so badly, she was extra polite to him. She offered to carry his books, but ended up falling over from her own things. Being the smallest in her class was tough, but she was willing to dish it out. So when he finally agreed to reading with her, she couldn’t help but hop in excitement. "We’re gonna read! We’re gonna read!" She exclaimed, though her accent was heavy, it was clear she was thrilled.
He looked at her bounce, his own mouth slightly twisting into a smile. Realizing that he was, he turned his head with a frown. "Don't get too excited, it's only for a bit." With a small pout he made his way to a nearby bench and sat down, cocking his head to the side, indicating she sit down. It's just a book, he told himself. Won't take long at all.
@adrian-grahn:Â
"I was wondering if you want to go get lunch or something..?"
"... fine. I don't have much money on me, though."
"Hey, uh, Tier-?"
"...?"
Now he was a strange one, it was quite easy to tell. He may have looked like all the rest but his eyes held something that told her he was not to be dismissed. Nina leaned closer to him, enough so to smell the alcohol off of him. Great, if she was dealing with a drunk, her day just got even worse.
"Knife?" She asked, raising her eyebrow. "Well if you’re partial to blades, I wouldn’t mind showing you to tip of mine."
He shrugged again, his feet shifting to a more comfortable position. As comfortably as he could manage anyway, with her holding on to his shirt like that.
"Not blades, but I wouldn't mind a spar sometime."
He looked ahead of her, pointing at the counter with his bottle. He wasn't lying that he wanted a spar- the speed she had moved and grabbed a hold of him was impressive. Her ferocity by itself was commendable as well, though he would've advised her to watch where she bore her fangs.
"-though if you're here for a drink, that's the counter. I'll buy you a drink if you spar with me."
Nina had almost pushed past everyone to the bar when she felt a hand at her arm. She spun quickly, pushing back until her hand was grasping at the collar of the man’s shirt. No way in hell she was going to tolerate this today. Not that she liked to be touched anyway. It only gave those filthy pigs a leg up anyway. She stared at Tier, her other hand clenched at her side and ready to punch him if she thought he deserved it.
And with the mood she was in, he most likely would get the gift.
"You better have a good reason for touching me…."
He looked at her, his expression the usual stoic one, albeit his eyes may have been slightly larger. His eyes not leaving her's, he took another swig of his bottle. It seems his concern may have been for naught since, as he thought, she seemed more than capable.
His eyes trailed off for a moment, looking at the other men. There were whispers all around, the atmosphere colder than a winter blizzard. It seemed that he had caught quite the attention- something he honestly didn't expect.
Might as hammer the nail down.
He turned his attention towards the woman again and shrugged innocently, well, as harmlessly as he could manage.
"No, I don't. I just noticed the knife. I was curious- you look like a fighter."
Booklings AU
He remembered at one point hearing that girls had cooties. If that was true, Salma Sinclair would be the queen of cooties. At least that's what little Taariq concluded was wrong with the strange girl who had been following him all morning. And the last. And the day before that too. Normally he would be completely fine alone, preferring to sulk around the back of the school. Kid's didn't bother him lest he give them a good beating. The teachers just clicked their tongues and looked the other way. But Salma was different. Something about her scared him, the way she dusted herself and stood up after he had pushed her in the sand. The way she still said hello to him when they met at the bus stop. The way she was following him now, a book in hand. He heaved a sigh, swinging around with his arms crossed and his mouth twisted to a pout. He eyed her down for a moment before rubbing his neck, taking the book with his free hand. "Fine. Lets read. Happy?"
He wasn’t the social type- no- he was never the social type. Tier leaned against the wall, his eyes warily scanning the people in the bar. It seemed that no one was going to bother him, either too drunk to care or lazy to bother.
Satisfied, he focused on his drink again. He was...
He glanced at her, noting the uniform. He wasn't in his own today, most likely looking like the other patrons littered in that bar. She obviously looked like she was in the worst of moods. If looks could kill. He took another swig, glancing over at the other customers. In contrary to himself who blended into the shadows, this new customer stuck out like a sore thumb. The men were practically undressing her with their eyes. He wondered why she had come to such a place unless she was looking for -that- kind of company, but she definitely didn't srem like the type. He decided he might as well give it a bite. He reached out reluctantly with his bandaged hand, managing to catch her elbow sleeve. "Hey."
Open RP
He wasn’t the social type- no- he was never the social type. Tier leaned against the wall, his eyes warily scanning the people in the bar. It seemed that no one was going to bother him, either too drunk to care or lazy to bother.
Satisfied, he focused on his drink again. He was never really familiar with alcohol; the only times it was given to him in the past was as a mocking reward. The swill they served here was nothing compared to the sweet liquid he choked on before, but a bitter freedom he had somehow received all too suddenly.
Not that it meant anything.
It seemed that he was going to stay here a while- entertaining a masked clown was the last thing he wanted to do. And besides with a couple more swigs he felt he could forget the dulling pain on his hand and the woman it reminded him of.
Troublesome.
Tier: "Why are you crying?"
"Am I crying? I-I’m sorry—" Salma laughed and wiped her eyes. Looking up to see Tier, she smiled. "It’s so good to see you again.."
His eyes trailed to the side, unsure of what to say. Hesitantly he reached out, wiping a tear she had missed even while frantically drawing her hands to her face.
"Yeah."
Blushing, she leaned into his touch, closing her eyes. “Where’d you go?” She asked him, her voice low. “I missed you so…”
A little alarmed at the soft weight Salma applied to his palm with her cheek he drew his hand back, nervously rubbing his neck.
"I was… busy."
Busy seemed the most… acceptable term. Part of him wondered why she cared so much. Was it pity? Or perhaps something else?
Salma opened her eyes to see him, blinking. "Well it’s good to see you again," She smiled a tiny smile,patting the spot next to her. "I missed our lessons,"
Right. Lessons. He sighed, cocking his head to the side while his eyes wondered with thought.
"Look, Salma. I… don’t think we can… do lessons anymore."
He looked at her, his brows knot with worry.
"O-Oh, well…okay," her smile faltered as looked down at her hands. "I understand," looking up at him. Sighing she let out a tiny laugh and looked to the side. "W-Well not really…but I’ll come to understand in the near future.."
That was… a surprisingly controlled reaction. But again he didn’t really know what to expect. Anger? Although Salma was surprisingly forgiving he felt somewhat uncomfortable. Would he have preferred her being mad? Perhaps.
He pursed his lips in thought before reaching for one of his pockets. He brought out the key she had gifted him before and drew her palm out, wrapping it carefully in her hand. Realizing that this let the rough bandages on his right hand brush against her skin, he was quick to draw back.
"It’s… yours. I’ll return the debt… someday. Somehow. Thanks."
She looked to see what he was doing, tears threatening to fall. The key. Shaking her head, she held it back out to the quiet fellow. “N-No, I gave it to y-you…I want you to have it..” she sniffed and looked at his hand. “W-Wha…What happened to your hand,Tier?” She dropped the key and reached out to touch him, taking his hand in hers.Â
He knew she would try to return it but he had decided he didn’t want to be… tied down. Before it was too late.
"I know. But I…"
He winced; now he knew that that was the reaction he had expected. He saw her reach for the hand and winced slightly at contact, carefully pulling away.
"A… knife. It’ll heal." He muttered, looking as unsure as a dog caught ransacking the trash.
"But you what…?" she looked down to her hands, where his was not too long ago. Knife or not, she was worried, but it seemed clear to her he didn’t want her to. She wanted to ask what happened, but kept her tongue.Â
He heaved another sigh, wiping her tears with the back if his hand. He shook his head and shrugged, feeling just a little bit pathetic.
"I just.. can’t. I’m sorry."
'Don't waste your energy on me' passed his mind, but he decided it would be better if he didn't voice that particular thought. He shook his head and softly rested it on top of hers.
He closed his eyes, feeling her tremble from her tears.
"N-No…"she squeaked, pushing him away from her. "I-I don’t need you to wipe my t-tears…I-I don’t need your sympathy…" Salma’s heart was broken, and the last thing she wanted at that moment was Tier hugging her. "D-Don’t be sorry…" she sobbed bringing her knees up to her chest, pushing her glasses up and burying her face in them. "J-Just…g-go away…y-you’re good at that.."Â
Sympathy. The word was familiar yet felt unfamiliar. The push was gentle yet it was enough to drive him away. He took a step back and looked at her huddled on the floor like a small animal. His jaw tightened uncomfortably but it was clear what she wished him to do. He turned to leave, his eyes shadowed with discomfort. "Okay. Thanks for… thanks."
Salma only cried more, holding herself as if she was a child. She didn’t mean to break down like this. But with Romeo alive and back, and her conflicting feelings about him and Kien, she never gave herself a chance to cry. And it seemed to her that Tier didn’t like her anymore so she was losing one of her best friends. This was not her week.
