Valentine's day?
Youâre a few years off, there. Iâm actually 18 years old, which is aboutâŠwhat, 782 years difference from me being 800? A bit off.
What's that? You really are 800? Oh, well thank you for confirming my accusations.
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Valentine's day?
Youâre a few years off, there. Iâm actually 18 years old, which is aboutâŠwhat, 782 years difference from me being 800? A bit off.
What's that? You really are 800? Oh, well thank you for confirming my accusations.
I feel like I should get out
Yes, I am certainly a mythological creature. After this meeting, youâll wonder if I was only a fabulous dream! Iâm eighteen, so boisterous nature must come with age - so that should be a good thing for you, little one! Not that you arenât good company just as you are -Â !
You sure do like yourself, don't you, Pegasus?
Valentine's day?
Why not! Great things can happen on V Day! Iâm sure a pretty one like you will be fighting all the roses off!
I...I don't think so... But thank you, Tink.
I feel like I should get out
More like, uh, the quiet aspect of it. Looks can be deceiving sometimes.That make any sense at all there?
Ah, thanks for that. Sometimes I feel a bit iffy about it, being named after horse and all. But then I remember that I can fly, so then I feel better.
Yeah, I see what you mean.. Haha, I get it, the mythological Pegasus. Nice. Well, Pegasus, how old are you? You're quite boisterous so I can't really pinpoint.
Valentine's day?
Slander! The words ânot attractiveâ could never even exist in a sentence referencing me, youâre speaking nonsense.
I'm sorry Mister Mysterious, but you, as well as everyone else, are 800 years old.
Valentine's day?
Nah, just some friendly advice.Â
Coming on to you is a little too close to pedophilia for my tastes, kiddo.Â
For you and everyone else, really. All the guys here are 800 yars old and not remotely attractive.
No offence.
Valentine's day?
Hey, didnât I say to try to be a little more outgoing?Â
Are you trying to come onto me, Mister Mysterious?
Valentine's day?
I, uh... No. Thanks.
Good morning!
Thanks, Kiddo.
Now try not to worry too much.
I'll try not to.
Slam.// Bobby & Dinah
âYeah Iâm definitely hungry.â  Bobby said with a smile making his way down the sidewalk. He realized he still had the bag of chips in his hand, and even though he wouldâve loved to eat the whole bag, he didnât feel right eating in front of someone heâd just met. Screw it. He thought as he heard his stomach growl he set his board down and hopped on slowly skating next to Dinah as he pulled open the bag of chips.
âStudy abroad program.â Bobby replied before stuffing a handful of chips into his mouth. He skated along munching on the chips and keeping an eye out for some dessert type place along the road. Swallowing hard, Bobby chimed âWhat brings you here?â
Dinah nose scrunched in response to his loud eating, but it was hidden behind her hair. "Really?" She responded, "That's interesting, me too." Â They had walked for some time, Dinah's stomahc growing more and more anxious for sweets. Looking up she saw a small pink place with cakes displayed in the window. Her stomach growled in response. "Ooohhhh!" Her feet picked up speed once she spotted the window. Her small hands took place upon the glass, as well as her face. "These look so good!" She looked up a Bobby, finally, with no hair in her face. Her brown eyes were wide and excited. "I think we found our place! Don't these look so good?" She repeated, her head whipping back and forth between him and the treats.
I feel like I should get out
Dinah, huh? How old are you sweetheart? You look so timid I canât pinpoint.
Iâm Pegasus, at your service!
Timidness has to do with, uh.. Age? I had no idea... I'm 15. That's a nice name, Pegasus.
Good morning!
Most things worth doing seem impossible.
But hey, what do I know?
A lot, apparently.
I feel like I should get out
Merely a suggestion, not a shooing away. Youâre welcome to stay right here as long as like.Weâll have a nice conversation. Starting with your name.
Me? Oh--I.. I, uh, I'm Dinah. Heh.
And, uh... You?
Good morning!
Hmm.. seems like a good idea.
Besides.. I DO have a sweet tooth after all. I havenât tried any of the food around here.. I donât even know where the food is, though..
Actually..I don't either. Well, I mean, I've only gotten room service since I've been here...
Not a big fan of going outside.
Slam.// Bobby & Dinah
With an unshifting gaze. Bobby spread his arms out wide, Chips in one hand, skateboard in the other holding the doors of the elevator open. He didnât have any plans for the day, and going out and adventuring with someone heâd never met before sounded like a good a plan as any. Besides, in Bobbyâs mind he owed it to her.
âYeah you will!â Bobby smiled, dropping his arms as he let her exit the elevator. âI think I saw one. Though I canât really read turkish or whatever language it is they speak here.â Heading toward the hotel doors through the lobby, Bobby held the door open letting the girl walk through, following behind shortly after. âIâm Bobby by the way. Bobby Zimmeruski.â
"It's, uh, Hungarian." She corrected him, "They speak Hungarian. We are in Hungary, after all." She giggled slightly, shifting her gaze back to the ground, hiding behind a curtain of hair. "I'm Dinah." She was always reluctant to give away her last name. News reports had been spread out about her father and no matter where someone was from, it was always like they knew. They knew her past and who she was and where she came from, she was tired of it. Her walking was light and almost inaudible as she walked next to the boy, scouring her brain for any bit of a conversation starter. "So.. Why are you in Hungary, Bobby?" Her voice cracked, she wasn't used to talking to anyone anymore, it was almost as foreign as the land she was currently on.
Good morning!
DamnâI slipped up thereâŠI was trying to keep you from seeing thatâbut yeah. That was me. And you think I was always this way? I was terrified of people. Terrified of letting them down, of disapointing them, or not being everything they wanted me to be and it killed my confidence. But then one day something justâŠclicked, and I decided that I didnât care anymore. That I was going to make myself happy, and not try to impress anybody else.
Because when it comes down to it, you canât trust people further than you can throw them, so why was I killing myself to impress them when I could take what i wanted?
Seems a bit impossible for me, really...
I feel like I should get out
Whoa whoa whoa, old up sweetheart! Whatâs the hurry!
Well, I just kind of took that as like a... "Go away, kid.".. I don't know.. Sorry.