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“Sybil,” the witch nodded, taking a sip of her juice. “She’s been good, nothing too exciting happening with her, I'may afraid. Losing a lot of feathers, but that’s because summer is coming.
“Oh, well at least it’s just because summer is coming, right?” He gave her a soft smile. “I always loved summer--- three whole months away from the idiots at school.”
“Well, thank you,” she smiled, shuffling over to the fridge and opening. Blue eyes narrowed as she scanned the items in the there, finally pulling out a carton of orange juice. She poured herself a small glass before walking back to the table, sitting down across from him.
“No problem, little lady.” He grinned, finishing off the sandwich, reaching for a chip. “So, how is your little owl? What was his name... Sirus? No--- Sybil?”
Olivia scrunched up her nose, covering her mouth with her hand as she chuckled. “I might like tea a lot,” she replied with a light smile. The witch took another bite, chewing slowly before swallowing down the bite. “How do you like the sandwich?” She asked, standing up from her seat and walking over to the cabinet. She pulled out a cup, glancing over to Carson as she asked, “Do you want anything to drink?”
“Might?” He cocked a brow, tilting his head. “I think you mean you definitely like tea.” Chuckling, he took another bite. “It’s great, Liv--- you make a mean sandwich.” He brought his fingers to his lips, kissing them over-dramatically. “I’m good, thank you.”
Olivia nodded, swallowing down the bite before speaking up. “Understandable. It’s not everyone’s cup of tea - especially mine,” she said with a smile, plucking a chip from the bag and popping it into her mouth.
‘ you really like tea, don’t you? ‘ the ghost teased, chuckling. he enjoyed moments like these, with one of the few people who can break him out of his shell.
“A Clockwork Orange, it’s an old book and movie. It’s pretty much about this sociopathic teenager and friends going around and attacking people, until the main guy goes to jail and opts for a modification treatment to help him,” Olivia rambled, grabbing the bag and walking back to the table. “Too violent for my taste, and it took forever to read because it was filled with weird slang.” She popped open the bag as she sat across from Carson, grabbing a sandwich half and taking a bite.
‘ ohhhh... i think i’ve heard of that--- never really got around to reading it. ‘ he shrugged. ‘ i doubt i’ll ever read it. i love horror and genres like that, but the slang would be the one to end it for me. ‘ he gave her a small thank you, beginning to eat his meal.
“Huh, interesting,” Olivia said with a chuckle. “It’ll probably get easier to understand as you continue reading. Kind of like A Clockwork Orange with all its slang.” Finishing her sandwich, she quickly sealed everything up and brought it back to the fridge. Putting everything away neatly, the witch shuffled over to the pantry. She opened it, blue eyes peering at the contents. “Cheetos or sour cream ‘n onion?”
‘ hopefully--- a clockwork orange? ‘ he questioned, confused. ‘ sour creame ‘n onion, please. ‘ noted, he moved over to sit in a chair.
“The Maze Runner, I’ve heard of it,” Olivia said, hearing the toaster ding. She shuffled over to it, placing her pieces of bread onto a plate and shuffled back to the table. “Is it any good?” The witch making her own sandwich, smiling lightly as she added, “you’re welcome.”
‘ it’s pretty good so far, but i’m still confused by the slang of it... shank, greenie it’s all just odd. ‘ he shook his head, sighing. taking a bite, he gave her a grateful smile.
“The Maze Runner, I’ve heard of it,” Olivia said, hearing the toaster ding. She shuffled over to it, placing her pieces of bread onto a plate and shuffled back to the table. “Is it any good?” The witch making her own sandwich, smiling lightly as she added, “you’re welcome.”
‘ it’s pretty good so far, but i’m still confused by the slang of it... shank, greenie it’s all just odd. ‘ he shook his head, sighing. taking a bite, he gave her a grateful smile.
Olivia glanced up at his answer, giving him a faint smile. “What were you reading?” She asked, opening up the deli meats and placing a few pieces of each down. After placing a slice of cheese down, she finished off the sandwich and cut it in a diagonal, pushing it towards Carson.
‘ it’s something newer, i think... the maze runner? i don’t know, the cover looked cool. ‘ he chuckled. taking the sandwhich, he smiled. ‘ thank you. ‘
Olivia shuffled over to the table, opening up a jar of mayonnaise and grabbing a knife. “Plain it is,” she said with a nod, putting a thin layer of the condiment on the bread slices. She set down the knife after, grabbing the mustard bottle and squirting out a smiley face on one piece. “So,“ the witch started, opening up the spinach and putting some on it, “how’re you feeling today?”
as he caught sight of he face drawn upon the bread, he smiled. how was she always so positive all the time? it confused him, seeing as he was nearly the exact opposite. ‘ i’ve uh, i’m good... i was alone earlier--- reading. ‘
Arms full of various sandwich making items, Olivia shuffled over to the table, saying a light, “thank you,” to Carson as she set them down. She grabbed the bread and opened it, pulling out four slices. “Do you want your bread toasted?” The witch asked, walking over two of the slices and popping them in the toaster.
‘ no problem. ‘ he nodded, gently leaning against the counter, eyes following his every moment. ‘ no thank you, plain is fine. ‘
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🎹 — playing an instrument
Believe it or not, this boy took eight years of piano lessons. His parents thought it would be a good way to help strengthen his mind and hopefully post pone the harsher effects of his condition. In addition, he knows a few songs on the guitar, but not enough to go and start that rock band he always wanted.
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💌 — romance/flirting
Carson does remotely well when it comes to romance, flirting not so much. Though, he can easily go overboard. He’s one of those ‘in too deep’ romantics that enjoy the little things rather than the whole shabam. If you could take anything away from his relationship with Emerson, it’s that he’s okay at romance, but he needs to know when to stop.
Olivia led him to the kitchen, making a beeline for the fridge. “Do you think you could grab two plates for us?” She asked, stacking a few items in her arms and walking to the counter. She set them down before walking back to the fridge, grabbing a couple more things before shutting the door quickly with her hip.
“Yeah---” The boy moved to one of the cabinets, swinging it open to find the stacked paper plates. This house wasn’t much of a fan of real plates that needed washing, was it? Pushing that thought away, he grabbed two and placed them on the table.
Olivia gave him a final nod, quietly saying, “Great,” before turning on her heel and walking down the stairs. She glanced behind her shoulder as she walked, giving Carson a faint smile. “A warning,” the witch started, “I am not a great cook. But, I do make a mean sandwich.”
‘ Well, I can’t wait to try it. ‘ The boy gave her a smile, following quickly along.
Olivia smiled, nodding her head. “It’s no problem, really. Anything that’ll help, right?” She said, fingers playing mindlessly with one of her necklaces. “Well, uh… are you hungry? I ask because I was thinking about making something to eat.”
‘ Yeah, anything that’ll help... ‘ He nodded, his eyes following her fingers. ‘ I could eat. ‘
Olivia bit softly on her lip, blue-eyed gaze falling to the floor for a moment. “I understand,” the witch said, glancing over to him with a faint grin. “Well, uh, I just wanted to give you that, and to say hello…”
‘ ... Thank you, again. ‘