[byetiye]

“You don’t bring your phone with you? How do you check messages or do … Anything?” No wonder Adam can’t get around, Blyre thinks, he’s basically a helpless old man. He feels bad for the comparison, but he can’t say it doesn’t seem accurate. He sounds confused and concerned. “Like, order an Uber? Or use maps? Or…” Or anything.

“Well, I was going to ask for your number, but I don’t think it’d do me much good.” He says with a teasing smile, wondering briefly if this was a bad time to get his number. He found Adam fascinating, some times even his fast paced city nonsense got boring and he wanted a change of pace. “Y'know, I could teach you how to text and stuff. You’d be a pro.”

At the mention of the woman, his eyes flick back. “Maybe not. I dunno, I think it depends on who her service is with. Mine are usually okay.” When he remembered to pay his bill, that was. “Oh, I hope it’s a big dog. Big dogs are so cute. Like, a Rottweiler? Or a Great Dane? Y'know, one that’s basically a horse? … Probably a little tea cup dog though. She seems like the type.”

PHONES  FEEL  ODD  IN  THE  HANDS  OF  SOMEONE  LIKE  ADAM.  he knows how to use his phone to an acceptable degree , but he never uses it for anything outside of calling people or taking grainy pictures of things he sees. 

‘ i don’t , i guess , ’ adam answers. ‘ i just kind of go through things the , uh , long way. it’s not too bad ! i don’t think it’s too bad. you could have my number , though. you seem busy , but i hope it could come in handy one day. ’

it takes only a moment for adam to find a pen in one of his pants pockets. it only takes a few more for him to write down his phone number and name in small , looped letters and numbers with decidedly even spacing between them.

as he checks over his own writing to make sure it’s legible , he smiles at the thought of the woman once more. ‘ i have a big dog at home. not too big , but big enough to knock you down if you’re not careful. do , uh — i hope this isn’t too personal — do you have a dog at home ? you seemed like the kind of person to prefer cats. ’

exhaling , adam turns his eyes to blyre after glancing over the slip of paper a few more times. ‘ it’s fine if it’s on paper , right ? ’ uncertain hands begin to fold the paper into halves.  ‘ you’d be okay with that ? i don’t know how you’d put it in your phone. ’

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"I'm definitely busy." Blyre agreed, mostly because he enjoyed how it sounded. Why, yes, he was busy. Important and busy. Liar. "But I'll definitely find time to text you. I mean, I always have time to play on my phone." He gave a chuckle to the other.

At the mention of a dog, he shook his head with a face. "You're spot on. Can't take car of a dog, they need so much time. I prefer cats but I don't have either one... But maybe I can meet yours one day. What's his name?" Dogs were like babies to Blyre, fine for other people, maybe even cute, but definitely not in his game plan.

He reached out for the paper, hand stopping short of Adam with his palm up. "That's totally fine. I can just put it in right now, though, and text you? So I don't lose it. Then you'll have my number too." He said, giving Adam a little smile. "In case you get bored or lonely or something. We can hang out again."

[byetiye]

“Oh man. Glad I made the cut.” Blyre said with a teasing smile, elbowing the other gently. “Or kind of railroaded you onto the subway with me. Hm.” He said, biting his lip in thought.

“You talk about it like you’re old. But you can’t be that much older than me.” Blyre says, shaking his head. “You need practice. Like, some one to text. You do have a cell phone right?” He asked, digging his phone out of the jacket pocket. It a middle line Android, one he probably stole from some one.

“Ooh, maybe. A dogsitter would be cute. Or maybe she’s an out-of-towner and texting home.” He suggested, thinking. “Or an out of Towner who’s texting her dog sitter.”

AN  OLD  SOUL  EMBODIED  BY  SOMEONE  MUCH  TOO  YOUNG.  adam considers the fact that , yeah , he does sound older than he really should when speaking about something as simple as typing. with flushed cheeks , adam laughs to himself. 

‘ i do have a phone , but it’s not here with me right now. in the apartment , on my bed. ’ if adam expected to be robbed , he would have at least considered bringing it , but he knows he would have found a reason to leave it at home , anyways. ‘ i don’t , ah , take it with me ? often , at  least. i should. ’

when blyre takes out his own phone , there is a brief moment where adam — either in surpise or simple amazement — can only stare at the android with his lips parted in preparation for unsaid words of practiced praise. when those words pause at the tip of adam’s tongue , the auburn haired boy only offers a grim smile before glancing back towards the texting woman. 

‘ i hope her messages send , ’ adam mumbles , his mind more focused on clearing the image of the woman than what she’s currently doing. ‘ will they send here ? i —  that sounds so awful , i’m sorry — i wonder what kind of dog she would have. if she was texting a dogsitter ? a collie , maybe. i don’t know. tiny dogs ? ’

[bcdchoices-blog]

"You don't bring your phone with you? How do you check messages or do ... Anything?" No wonder Adam can't get around, Blyre thinks, he's basically a helpless old man. He feels bad for the comparison, but he can't say it doesn't seem accurate. He sounds confused and concerned. "Like, order an Uber? Or use maps? Or..." Or anything.

"Well, I was going to ask for your number, but I don't think it'd do me much good." He says with a teasing smile, wondering briefly if this was a bad time to get his number. He found Adam fascinating, some times even his fast paced city nonsense got boring and he wanted a change of pace. "Y'know, I could teach you how to text and stuff. You'd be a pro."

At the mention of the woman, his eyes flick back. "Maybe not. I dunno, I think it depends on who her service is with. Mine are usually okay." When he remembered to pay his bill, that was. "Oh, I hope it's a big dog. Big dogs are so cute. Like, a Rottweiler? Or a Great Dane? Y'know, one that's basically a horse? ... Probably a little tea cup dog though. She seems like the type."

[byetiye]

“I don’t know about that. You think flip flop man is trying to be stylish?” He asked, trying not to burst out in a fit of giggles and draw attention to them. “Nah, flip flops are functional, not fashion-al.” They’re barely functional in Blyre’s mind, but he doesn’t add that. Gotta give the guy some merit.

“So positive, I don’t believe you could be a bad influence on anyone!” He’s harkening back to what feels like seven conversations ago, but was mere minutes in the past. He found Adam easy to talk to, conversations flinting by in the blink of an eye.

“Hm, she might be texting. She doesn’t look like she’s typing very fast, but maybe she’s just bad at it.” Blyre was a whiz at cell phones and typing. He’d send you a book about whatever dumb thought crossed his mind at the speed of light. Don’t ask him to type on a tactile keyboard, though! He barely knows how they work.

BAD  INFLUENCES  ARE  EASY  TO  REMEMBER  ,  IT’S  THE  GOOD  ONES  ADAM  HAS  TO  WORK  TO  REMEMBER.  ‘ i don’t think i’ve had an influence on anyone in either direction in a long time , ’ adam whispers. ‘ perks of , uh , being a little bit selective , i guess. ’

if adam could call his caution ‘ being selective , ’ that is. he feels like a liar , but he brushes the feeling from his mind with little more than a grimace. 

‘ perhaps , ’ adam agrees. ‘ i mean , i don’t really type fast , either. never really , uh , got too used to technology. ’

another partial lie ; a burst of guilt crashes through adam’s chest. ‘ you seem good at it , though. ’ that seems true enough that everything calms , just for a moment. ‘ i wonder who she’s talking to , though. maybe a friend ? her dogsitter ? ’ 

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"Oh man. Glad I made the cut." Blyre said with a teasing smile, elbowing the other gently. "Or kind of railroaded you onto the subway with me. Hm." He said, biting his lip in thought.

"You talk about it like you're old. But you can't be that much older than me." Blyre says, shaking his head. "You need practice. Like, some one to text. You do have a cell phone right?" He asked, digging his phone out of the jacket pocket. It a middle line Android, one he probably stole from some one.

"Ooh, maybe. A dogsitter would be cute. Or maybe she's an out-of-towner and texting home." He suggested, thinking. "Or an out of Towner who's texting her dog sitter."

[byetiye]

Blyre shook his head. “Nah, I’ve never been a fan of school pressure. I mean, that sounds so boring but it’s probably fine for you because you’re much smarter than I am.” It’s not a compliment, but a fact? “I like other kinds of pressure, though. Like having a full section on a busy night and trying to tend to everyone.”

“I’m glad I could distract you from that today, then! All work and no play, y'know, like what those people say.” He nudged him lightly with an elbow, giggling at the other man. “No, no, I think I’m the bad influence right now. But I think you could use one!”

“Thanks, love. I try to be stylish!” He leaned back in his seat, glancing around before motioning at a woman smiling at her phone. “What do you think she’s doing? I bet she’s playing flappy bird.” He asked, his voice going back to a whisper.

WITHOUT  HESITATION  ,  COOL  HANDS  PUSH  AUBURN  HAIR  BEHIND  AN  EAR  STILL  HOLDING  THE  LAST  VESTIGES  OF  FLUSH  FROM  MOMENTS  BEFORE. ‘ everyone is smart in their own right , ’ adam offers , his head tipped down as he squints into the crowd in search for the aforementioned woman. ‘ oh , and you’re welcome. i think everyone does , in their own way. the stylish thing , i mean. ’

then again , some people could hardly care less about being stylish or not , so long as they were wearing something. a small piece of adam understands that , too. he understands a lot , these days.

‘ or looking at cute photos of things . ’ adam adds , blinking a little as she shifts her eyes up before looking back down at her phone. ‘ or is she talking to someone ? texting , i mean. ’

[bcdchoices-blog]

"I don't know about that. You think flip flop man is trying to be stylish?" He asked, trying not to burst out in a fit of giggles and draw attention to them. "Nah, flip flops are functional, not fashion-al." They're barely functional in Blyre's mind, but he doesn't add that. Gotta give the guy some merit.

"So positive, I don't believe you could be a bad influence on anyone!" He's harkening back to what feels like seven conversations ago, but was mere minutes in the past. He found Adam easy to talk to, conversations flinting by in the blink of an eye.

"Hm, she might be texting. She doesn't look like she's typing very fast, but maybe she's just bad at it." Blyre was a whiz at cell phones and typing. He'd send you a book about whatever dumb thought crossed his mind at the speed of light. Don't ask him to type on a tactile keyboard, though! He barely knows how they work.

[byetiye]

Having turned to whisper towards him, Blyre couldn’t help but notice Adam’s blush. It was endearing, oh, he hadn’t been serious. It was a turn of phrase! Even if he had barely stopped touching Adam since they met just a little while ago.

“Sounds like a college kid thing.” He tells Adam about his sleep schedule, letting go of Adam’s arm as he moves it. He’s not sure if that was Adam’s goal - was he making his riding partner uncomfortable? He couldn’t tell, folding his own arms back into his lap. “They always have funky sleep schedules. Too much pressure, I think.”

As Adam remarked on the man, Blyre let himself stare to get a closer look. “Oh, he seems very comfortable. Maybe he is a college kid? They dress weird, too…”

He quickly waves his hand in the air. “I mean, not you. Other college kids. They dress funny. You dress fine.” Oh, did he just hit on Adam and tell him he dressed weird in the same three minutes? He really had to learn not to say the first thing that came to mind. He hadn’t meant it!

THE  LOSS  OF  WARMTH  IS  NOTED  ,  BUT  NOT  MOURNED  AS  THE  SUBWAY  RATTLES  ALONG  ITS  PATH.  everyone who has touched that campus has at least previously had a horrible sleep schedule. ( sometimes , when adam walks out of his apartment room for an emergency food run at two in the morning , people are actually asleep and in their beds ; this is more of a surprise to adam than the fact that some of those people are not students , but normal apartment dwellers. ) 

‘ yes , our school does put a lot of pressure on us , but , ah , doesn’t pressure make diamonds ? ’ or coal , but the only show of this thought comes from adam abruptly closing his mouth with a clack. ‘ it doesn’t bother me too much , though. i guess i started working too hard in highschool ? i haven’t really , uh , thought about it. ’

another laugh , this one calmer and smoother than the previous ones , slips from adam’s mouth before he can even register blyre’s brief spot of panic. ‘ i hope i’m not being a bad influence , ’ he says once everything finally clicks. ‘ but yeah , i guess i dress okay. definitely not expensive , but — it’s no problem. you dress well , too , i think. ’

[bcdchoices-blog]

Blyre shook his head. "Nah, I've never been a fan of school pressure. I mean, that sounds so boring but it's probably fine for you because you're much smarter than I am." It's not a compliment, but a fact? "I like other kinds of pressure, though. Like having a full section on a busy night and trying to tend to everyone."

"I'm glad I could distract you from that today, then! All work and no play, y'know, like what those people say." He nudged him lightly with an elbow, giggling at the other man. "No, no, I think I'm the bad influence right now. But I think you could use one!"

"Thanks, love. I try to be stylish!" He leaned back in his seat, glancing around before motioning at a woman smiling at her phone. "What do you think she's doing? I bet she's playing flappy bird." He asked, his voice going back to a whisper.

[byetiye]

“Its a date then.” Blyre says to him with a smile, returning his hand loosely to Adam’s arm. He felt like Adam needed the reassurance, although he wasn’t sure why. It just felt right to him. “We don’t have to do it all night for real. I usually go home around eight. Or ten. It depends on how I’m feeling and if I have to work the next day.”

Blyre was off tonight, but was pulling a mid tomorrow so he could be out late. Or that was what he told himself until he was incredibly tired the next day. Oh well, how bad could a lunch and early dinner rush shift be. He’d be okay. “Your thesis, though? That sounds very important.”

And smart, and fancy, and a lot of things Blyre wasn’t going to say but it was a little intimidating. “Like what about that guy?” His voice dropped to nearly a whisper, motioning across the train. “In the track suit with the flip flops. What do you think his deal is? He can’t be running a marathon in those.” He snickers a little to himself at the idea.

CHEEKS  PREVIOUSLY  COOL  AND  UNFEELING  ARE  FILLED  WITH  AN  ALMOST  UNBEARABLE  WARMTH  AT  THE  WORD  ‘  DATE.  ’  in an attempt to hide it , adam laughs a little and pushes his palm across the bridge of his nose and the edges of his cheeks. was this embarrassment , or was this just what feeling flattered was like at some odd extreme ? the difference feels nonexistent. 

‘ you head home early , ’ adam warbles , his voice briefly cracking as he tries to get his face to stop feeling so hot. ‘ well — i do have a messed up sleep schedule. maybe , ah , that’s it. sounds normal from an outside perspective. ’

there are thick , baggy dark circles under adam’s eyes , but they’re pale enough that adam considers them to appear rather natural. and they are : there is no recollection of any year where those same bags were not under adam’s eyes. 

‘ it is important. ’ adam turns his eyes towards the person blyre motioned to. he squints , and he can make out splotches of color that — with the information blyre offered — look like a tracksuit. ‘ it’s important to my grade , but i find interest in it , too ! it’s not too bad. oh , like , actual flip flops ? that seems … uncomfortable. ’

despite himself , adam feels himself smile a little before he presses his hand over his mouth in what he hopes looks like thought. ‘ does he look like a student ? i don’t think that someone here would , er , wear something like that , right ? ’

[bcdchoices-blog]

Having turned to whisper towards him, Blyre couldn't help but notice Adam's blush. It was endearing, oh, he hadn't been serious. It was a turn of phrase! Even if he had barely stopped touching Adam since they met just a little while ago.

"Sounds like a college kid thing." He tells Adam about his sleep schedule, letting go of Adam's arm as he moves it. He's not sure if that was Adam's goal - was he making his riding partner uncomfortable? He couldn't tell, folding his own arms back into his lap. "They always have funky sleep schedules. Too much pressure, I think."

As Adam remarked on the man, Blyre let himself stare to get a closer look. "Oh, he seems very comfortable. Maybe he is a college kid? They dress weird, too..."

He quickly waves his hand in the air. "I mean, not you. Other college kids. They dress funny. You dress fine." Oh, did he just hit on Adam and tell him he dressed weird in the same three minutes? He really had to learn not to say the first thing that came to mind. He hadn't meant it!

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Oh well, that wasn’t promising but he tried not to get discouraged. “Oh, wow, that’s really sweet.” Blyre said with a smile. He didn’t peg Zade as the type, but he was just making assumptions. “Not really, I can make simple things but I’ve never really tried to make anything challenging. I’d like to learn, though.” He was lying - he could burn soup. But he didn’t want to seem wholly incompetent.

     “      yeah, it was sweet.  ” until ZADE got his ass handed to him for getting something wrong in the recipe. but that was a different story for a different day. or even better: it was a story for never. no matter what happened, he knew he was a damn good cook now. “       really? so what would you say you do excel at then? ” he just HAD to know. 

[bcdchoices-blog]

Blyre thought for a moment, "Mm, I'm really good at street magic. You know, slight of hand tricks and card tricks and such? I'm quick and good at distraction." He offered, his foot moving back across the table at the word distraction, up Zade's leg. "I know it seems kind of lame but it's really fun."

[byetiye]

“You walk forty minutes home from the subway?” Blyre asks, incredulous. That can’t be right, he must have misunderstood. And sending him all that way without a wallet? Blyre almost felt bad for what he had done. Almost.

“Don’t worry about it, love. I don’t mind, I wasn’t doing anything better, anyway.” In fact, he was doing something much worse and more mischevious, but he didn’t add that. “You could just hang out with me all night, ride the subway back and forth.” It seemed rude not to offer, but Adam must have something better to do.

Still, he wasn’t minding Adam’s company. He wouldn’t mind if Adam wanted to stick around. “Although people watching might now be fun if you can’t see.”

THE  TIME  MUST  BE  SLIPPING  AWAY  FASTER  THAN  ANYONE  CAN  KEEP  UP  WITH.  in a moment of bitterness , adam thinks that it must be because the sun is somewhere else. he misses it , actually.

‘ almost around forty minutes — the traffic is the main factor for crosswalk times and that , ’ adam mumbles , wondering what the sun felt like ; he feels his arms and neck start to kind of buzz , like they do when he’s getting sunburned. ‘ i , um , usually take a little less time on a good day. ’

would today be a good day ? the best days were wednesdays and sundays , but blyre has lived here long enough to know that for himself. 

‘ i — i guess you wouldn’t mind, ’ adam whispers to himself as he plucks at a fraying string on his collar. ‘ i don’t think i could do it all evening without going to sleep. oh — and i should probably keep working on my thesis , but that can wait. yeah , it’s almost done. um , so we’ll stop when you get tired. or at around two in the morning. whichever comes first , if that’s okay. ’

because i’ll be okay. the unsaid words rattle around in adam’s brain long enough that he opens and closes his mouth to say them at least twice. he settles on leaving everything as is , even though the words remain long after adam has abandoned them.

‘ i can see just enough to be curious about people. ’ there is someone in front of adam , now. blue and yellow , almost all the way down. ‘ i don’t do it often enough to ever really think about it , though. ’

[bcdchoices-blog]

"Its a date then." Blyre says to him with a smile, returning his hand loosely to Adam's arm. He felt like Adam needed the reassurance, although he wasn't sure why. It just felt right to him. "We don't have to do it all night for real. I usually go home around eight. Or ten. It depends on how I'm feeling and if I have to work the next day."

Blyre was off tonight, but was pulling a mid tomorrow so he could be out late. Or that was what he told himself until he was incredibly tired the next day. Oh well, how bad could a lunch and early dinner rush shift be. He'd be okay. "Your thesis, though? That sounds very important."

And smart, and fancy, and a lot of things Blyre wasn't going to say but it was a little intimidating. "Like what about that guy?" His voice dropped to nearly a whisper, motioning across the train. "In the track suit with the flip flops. What do you think his deal is? He can't be running a marathon in those." He snickers a little to himself at the idea.

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Blyre blushed a little more scarlet at the foot trailing it’s way up his leg. “Sounds great. Maybe third date material… If there’s going to be one?” He asked him, not sure how Zade thought the date was going. He was waffling, he wasn’t sure if he even wanted to finish this date but he was sure it’d light up soon. “Where’d you learn to cook?”

 “        we’ll have to see, I suppose. “ he took his leg back and crossed it over the other.  “      my mother taught me. she wanted me to inherit as much of our culture as I could so I would make my family dinner every day after school. “ oh, wow! he actually answered something for once. they must be making progress. could be good, could be bad, but it was progress. “     what about you? got any skills in the kitchen? “ 

[bcdchoices-blog]

Oh well, that wasn't promising but he tried not to get discouraged. "Oh, wow, that's really sweet." Blyre said with a smile. He didn't peg Zade as the type, but he was just making assumptions. "Not really, I can make simple things but I've never really tried to make anything challenging. I'd like to learn, though." He was lying - he could burn soup. But he didn't want to seem wholly incompetent.

[the-write-ideas]

person a: oh! i didn’t know you were gay. person b: well that explains why this date hasn’t been going to well. 

[byetiye]

“Oh man.” Blyre says, softly. Its good for him that Adam had no idea how he seems, but he still doesn’t understand how Adam is surviving on the city. He feels almost responsible to get Adam home, safe.

“… Maybe we should focus on trying to get you home. Everything in your wallet can be replaced.” He tells Adam, having given up on pining this crime on a stranger. Plus, he’s worried if he gets off the train with out Adam he may never make it home and Blyre couldn’t be responsible for that.

“Not to burst your bubble, but this… Person… Is probably well on his way. You’ll probably never see him again. And even if you did, you wouldn’t recognize him. Welcome to the city.” He says, but gives Adam a smile. Maybe it’s not so bad, yeah? Terrible things happened to people all the time, and it seemed like Adam could make the most of it.

THIS  IS  THE  MOST  BIZARRE  AND  BELATED  WELCOME  THAT  HAS  EVER  BEEN  CAST  OUT  INTO  THE  WORLD  ,  NO  DOUBT.  the steady hum of the air or the rumble of the subway are the only things rooting adam to his seat. and blyre. blyre helps , too.

‘ i shouldn’t give up on them , but — ’ adam offers a shrug before pressing his palm into the corner of his mouth. ‘ there’s no other choice , is there ? everything here is too big for us to really find someone. maybe it’ll turn out okay for them. i hope. ’

there is an image of someone buying bread and milk and toilet paper at some kind of grocery , and adam feels the corners of his mouth lift up a little. he thinks that they dye their hair , and he gives them the name max , because that makes them more human. it makes them so much more empathetic than someone reaching into adam’s wallet and booking it as fast as they can off the subway.

yet , even without that made up identity , adam still feels empathy for them. with a sigh , he allows his hands to fall into his lap and his shoulders to relax. he still feels like he needs to keep his eyes moving , but he knows that it would do little more than upset him.

‘ yeah , i’ll head home. i live about , ah , maybe forty minutes or so from the subway station , ’ adam tells blyre , his eyes peering off at a crack in the thin crowd that allows the other side of the subway to be seen. ‘ i’m so sorry for sending you — for asking you to help. thank you for going the extra mile with it , though. i , uh , would’ve stayed out all night looking for them if you didn’t remind me that i have an apartment. ’

[bcdchoices-blog]

"You walk forty minutes home from the subway?" Blyre asks, incredulous. That can't be right, he must have misunderstood. And sending him all that way without a wallet? Blyre almost felt bad for what he had done. Almost.

"Don't worry about it, love. I don't mind, I wasn't doing anything better, anyway." In fact, he was doing something much worse and more mischevious, but he didn't add that. "You could just hang out with me all night, ride the subway back and forth." It seemed rude not to offer, but Adam must have something better to do.

Still, he wasn't minding Adam's company. He wouldn't mind if Adam wanted to stick around. "Although people watching might now be fun if you can't see."

[altsmultimuse]

bcdchoices; Cass & Valefor.

Eggs? Four of them? Vale needed to sit down. He didn’t, though, just went back to mopping up the spill. “I think I have this one under control, but thank you.” He assured the other. “Ooh, She’s gonna have her hands full these next few years!” Did mermaids mature like fish, or humans? Would it just be a floppy human head on a full formed fish tail? Vale had questions. “I’ll be a little harder on the guys then. Try and keep it clean as possible.”

     Cass watches the remaining oil swirl around on the wood, keeping an eye out for any spots Valefor may miss. “She’ll be fine. Children are EASY. All you have to do is play with them and feed them,” he muses — clearly he has no experience whatsoever in being a caretaker.

     “Speaking of play, you should come swim when you’re done! The temperature is PERFECT.”

[bcdchoices-blog]

"Maybe when you're an uncle." Valefor says, although he really doesn't know. Wasn't like his parents really did a bang up job with him. Still, he meticulously mops the dock. "Maybe when I get off work. I dunno about swimming, but I'll dip my feet in." He hadn't dressed to swim and going home in soggy clothes didn't sound great.

[byetiye]

Blyre puts himself in the seat next to Adam, finally letting go to keep his hands to himself. He crossed them across his chest, not sure what to do with them other than continue holding onto the stranger and it seems unnecessary now.

He can’t help but give another giggle. “No, it’s nothing like that. I mean, usually it’s nothing like that. Either you get one printed with a fake picture which is pretty easy to spot, or you can get some one else’s real ID. Like if they lost it or sold it, then you get theirs and it totally looks really because it is.”

That was a side venture Blyre had considered but he liked keeping the IDs too much. It was a trophy. “It scans and everything, but then you have to remember a fake name all night and it’s hard when you’re drunk.” Blyre DID have a fake, a good one too that he had stolen from some one’s wallet, but he wasn’t going to admit that to Adam.

“… Or so I’ve heard.” He said, after a hesistation. Adam didn’t need to know what Criminal enterprises Blyre got up to, and he didn’t think he would enjoy knowing, either.

He scanned the train car, a few business men and a couple of ladies clearly out for a day of shopping by their bags. No luck, no one that looked like him. “Right. Blonde. Are you sure it was a guy?”

ASSUMPTIONS  ALWAYS  GOT  ADAM  INTO  TROUBLE  ;  WHO  EXACTLY  WAS  THIS  THIEF  ?  the recollection is frail and impossible to confirm. adam thinks that they were at least human. 

the hesitation in blyre’s personal dismissal feels familiar to adam , but he quickly brushes it aside. if blyre knows someone in an illegal trade , then that’s fine. that familiar slide away from blame — that attempt to remove oneself from something considered to be undesirable — has been adam’s entire life up until he managed to get away from his parents. he understands. he gets it.

so , he tells himself not to push the matter , and decides to answer blyre’s question. 

‘ i don’t know if it was one or not , ’ adam confesses as he pushes a hand through the thick , copper waves that make up his parted fringe. when it falls back onto his brow , it looks thicker while adam’s lips go thinner in thought. ‘ but we can still find them , right ? we — i can still get to them and make sure they’re okay ? ’

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"Oh man." Blyre says, softly. Its good for him that Adam had no idea how he seems, but he still doesn't understand how Adam is surviving on the city. He feels almost responsible to get Adam home, safe.

"... Maybe we should focus on trying to get you home. Everything in your wallet can be replaced." He tells Adam, having given up on pining this crime on a stranger. Plus, he's worried if he gets off the train with out Adam he may never make it home and Blyre couldn't be responsible for that.

"Not to burst your bubble, but this... Person... Is probably well on his way. You'll probably never see him again. And even if you did, you wouldn't recognize him. Welcome to the city." He says, but gives Adam a smile. Maybe it's not so bad, yeah? Terrible things happened to people all the time, and it seemed like Adam could make the most of it.

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Blyre tried to think of a food that didn’t make it sound like he completely survived off left overs at the restaurant. “… I like really simple stuff. Like, oh, spaghetti. I’m not allergic to anything but I hate seafood.” He said, not adding that most of the spaghetti he ate came in a dish he popped in the microwave. He sipped his water, trying to buy himself a little time to think of a better answer for adding, “Oh, I really like curry. I like spicy food a lot.”

     “     hmm… okay. I’ll need some time to think of a menu. I think you’ll just have to come to my place one of these days to find out what I could prepare for you. ” If he dared. that would be a pretty bold move considering what he could do once the door was shut and he was inside. this was only their second meeting after all. ZADE slowly ran the tip of his shoe up the inside of Blyre’s shin from under the table. apparently, he didn’t completely ignore that brief contact from earlier.

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Blyre blushed a little more scarlet at the foot trailing it's way up his leg. "Sounds great. Maybe third date material... If there's going to be one?" He asked him, not sure how Zade thought the date was going. He was waffling, he wasn't sure if he even wanted to finish this date but he was sure it'd light up soon. "Where'd you learn to cook?"

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Blyre couldn’t help but blush. “Well, the night is young still. I’m sure I’ll embarrass myself by the end.” Still, he was caught up with the other’s cooking skills. Sounds yummy, why didn’t they just do that? Wouldn’t have had to wait, either. “So, what do you cook? Like, what would you wow me with if I came over?” The answer was anything, he was starving.

      “     I’ll be looking forward to it. “ did that sound too sadistic? maybe just a little bit… but just seeing his face get all red at the table made him want to see so much more. however, now was the time to be thinking about food. “     a lot of vegetables, If i’m being blunt.” he liked meat, but he didn’t eat it as much as he wanted to so he could maintain his weight as it was. “     I think I need to know a little bit more about what you like first before deciding. got any favorite foods or any deathly allergies I should know about? “ 

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Blyre tried to think of a food that didn't make it sound like he completely survived off left overs at the restaurant. "... I like really simple stuff. Like, oh, spaghetti. I'm not allergic to anything but I hate seafood." He said, not adding that most of the spaghetti he ate came in a dish he popped in the microwave. He sipped his water, trying to buy himself a little time to think of a better answer for adding, "Oh, I really like curry. I like spicy food a lot."

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Blyre have him a weak smile. “I’m sure you are.” He thought for a minute, ans then shook his head. “No, I wouldn’t want to embarrass myself in front of you. I’ve never been in a fight at all.” Sure, he’d had some close calls but he’s always managed to slip away at the last moment. But If Zade was gonna ask hard hitting questions, so would Blyre. “What’s something about you that would really surprise me?”

     “      my st- “ wait, didn’t he just resolve to try a different tactic? it was time to reel it in, ZADE. it might be hard but keep your pants on. “     my state of the art cooking skills. I should have cooked for you tonight instead of us coming here. “another perfectly executed save. but in anyways… for someone who loved to talk about themselves so much he really hated talking about himself. “     you’d be so cute embarrassed for me.  “

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Blyre couldn't help but blush. "Well, the night is young still. I'm sure I'll embarrass myself by the end." Still, he was caught up with the other's cooking skills. Sounds yummy, why didn't they just do that? Wouldn't have had to wait, either. "So, what do you cook? Like, what would you wow me with if I came over?" The answer was anything, he was starving.

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bcdchoices; Cass & Valefor.

Valefor wiggles a finger at Cass. “Oh, ho, not me. They spilled some oil, and I’m cleaning it up, aren’t I?” He punctuated that by picking up the mop to ring it out in the mop bucket. He had become a little sensitive to the amount of waste that came off these big boats into the water - didn’t want his friend poisoned with all the chemicals.

“I decided to clean it so these idiots wouldn’t just push it right into the water, so you’re welcome.” He informed the other, sticking his tongue out. “Your sister have her baby?” He had many questions about the wonders of child birth with a mermaid, and for now he would keep them all to himself.

     “‘Baby?’” the merman repeats quizzically. “Um, yes… I mean, she had her babies. All four of them.” Did he never elaborate how many there were? Can humans only have ONE baby? This raises so many questions he’s never thought to ask. “They’re still in their eggs. They should hatch in a week or so. That means it’s MUCH more important to keep the water clean now! Thank you for mopping! Ooh, is there anything I can help with?”

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Eggs? Four of them? Vale needed to sit down. He didn't, though, just went back to mopping up the spill. "I think I have this one under control, but thank you." He assured the other. "Ooh, She's gonna have her hands full these next few years!" Did mermaids mature like fish, or humans? Would it just be a floppy human head on a full formed fish tail? Vale had questions. "I'll be a little harder on the guys then. Try and keep it clean as possible."