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@fangedblade liked for a starter!

Whit hadn’t lived with a roommate for years now and was a bit nervous at the prospect of dealing with one again. Not only is he stuck in this weird new place, but he has to deal with a stranger sharing the apartment with him -- he was just hoping they weren’t some weirdo. Granted, maybe he was going to be the weirdo. He just hoped they liked cats.

He was pacing around the living room anxiously; frankly he just wanted to get meeting them over with so that he could decide how often he would need to hide in his room. Whit was lost deep in thought, fussing over possible roommate issues when the sound of the front door being unlocked caught his attention. He snapped his feet together and stood ramrod straight as he stared at the door.

The woman that opened the door was over a foot shorter than him, but he immediately had the sense that she could and would kiss his ass if the opportunity arose. His eyes wandered to the katana at her side and he felt his heart drop. Jesus, he hoped she didn’t just swing that thing around at random; the last thing he needed was to see his roommate dropping bodies right outside the apartment.

He forced a pleasant smile and gave her a small wave.

“Hi, I guess you’re my roommate. It’s nice to meet you.” His eyes were still absolutely trained on the katana.

#fangedblade #;juno 1 #naur...it can't be...she could never be so nice

fangedblade :

“Bullying?” Juno snorts. “You’re a whole ass adult. If you think I’m bullying you, you can handle that on your own time. Not my issue.” She snaps the gun back together, and silently inspects her work. When she’s satisfied, she turns to look directly at Whit. Although her eyes are a fiery orange, they seem…cold right now.

“Also, don’t be a fucking wiseass. You know what I meant. You being here, despite all odds, despite all adversity…” she pauses, taking a breath. “…Is the important thing. You can talk big about who you were, and who you want to be, but that’s not who you are. Not right now. So I don’t care about your ‘dead friends,’ although it’s not how the Council explains it, from what I understand. I don’t care about what you did before. That doesn’t matter to me. What matters…” Juno puts the gun down, and gives a snake like smile. “…Is you’re here now. Make the most of it. You won’t get it back.”

He had half a mind to point out that you can be bullied at any age, but decided he had enough browbeating for the day. Whit felt an uncomfortable pit in his stomach at her rather vicious smile; he was sure it was actually meant to come off as friendly. Juno didn’t strike him as the type capable of being friendly in the traditional sense.

“R-Right. I’ll keep that in mind. I’m not much of a ‘live in the moment’ type person, so I guess I have to reorganize my way of thinking...or whatever.” He slumped further down in his chair and stared at the ceiling, blinking slowly. “It’s just so friggin’ boring here. Back home there was always some crazy stuff going on that I was taking care of. Here is a little too...peaceful, I guess. Surely you feel the same.” He gestured at her gun sitting on the table.

@felsiic

She’s munching on a burger while reading a book. She loves reading, but she’s been doing it much more than usual since her meeting with that teacher. She’s seated at a park’s bench and normally the sun would begin setting by time she read one of her books, but today the sun is up and the sky is blue. It’s a nice day out. Not too cold, but also not too hot. Jangmi does stop reading just briefly when she recognizes the white set of hair. Ah, he’s coming her way. She closes her book, the title hidden from under her finger, unintentionally.

“Are you here to talk about friendship with me again?”

daxnedscul :

Him bringing up the amount of students in a class just spikes up some form of anxiety. She can feel that her heart picked up pace, racing quick. The thought of what happened back home is slowly finding its way to creep right back to the front of her mind. She has to push it down. She has to mentally tell herself to breathe in a little slower to prevent herself from hyperventilating.

“I can tutor myself. I don’t need someone to tutor me.” She says this, but she knows the positive side of being tutored by someone. You learn faster, you learn better, and you understand as well. She wouldn’t get any of that if she studied ALL by herself.

He may have caught it, the glimpse of pure suspicion when he said he could be smart when he wanted to be. ALL she’s seen of him is how he’s persistent…and naive. Talking about friends and being around people and happiness. Huh. In a way, he sounds like Mariela. They would get along for sure, she realizes.

She sighs in what sounds like a defeat.

If she lets him tutor her, she’ll stop bringing conversations about friends. “You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep.” She starts, “but if you mean it, I’ll take you up on that offer.” Whit must feel a bit accomplished!

Whit clapped his hands together and hung his head solemnly. “You’ve now entered a contract with me; however, if I don’t commit to my end of the bargain I’ll poof into a pile of ash, so I swear I’ll uphold my end.” He was lying about the pile of ash, but it was dramatic enough. He lifted his head back up and smiled.

“So did your teacher friend tell you what grade you were supposed to be in? Or like, what level of work you’re doing?” Whit knew he could handle any level of science or math -- he assumed it was the same everywhere -- but if she wanted help with history, he wasn’t so confident. It didn’t help that he was last in school in the 70s; lord knows what new things they’ve added to the curriculum -- not even counting the fact that they were in an entirely different universe.

“I totally gotta go read up on basic math skills again. Although,” Whit glanced down at the book she was reading, “you seem like you’re already pretty advanced for your age.” At least what he perceived her age to be. “Actually, how old are you?”

@felsiic

She’s munching on a burger while reading a book. She loves reading, but she’s been doing it much more than usual since her meeting with that teacher. She’s seated at a park’s bench and normally the sun would begin setting by time she read one of her books, but today the sun is up and the sky is blue. It’s a nice day out. Not too cold, but also not too hot. Jangmi does stop reading just briefly when she recognizes the white set of hair. Ah, he’s coming her way. She closes her book, the title hidden from under her finger, unintentionally.

“Are you here to talk about friendship with me again?”

#daxnedscul #;jangmi 2 #he's very much concerned grandpa #worried about the emotional development of his new child

daxnedscul :

Jangmi wonders if Whit sometimes has conversation with himself. He seems like the type. She looks at him, studying his every move and whatever he’s saying…Well, it’s not really reaching her ears. She sees his mouth moving, sure, but she doesn’t hear a thing.

Hm, she doesn’t understand why she’s trying to get a feel of this person. THIS is by far the second time he’s seen her and each time he’s always making sure the escape routes are sealed. She doesn’t feel cornered oddly enough, but if anything she’s just left even MORE confused. What a strange guy, Whit is.

Finally that drowned out voice is clear. She can hear him and she looks away, “I don’t go to school.” She places a hand over the book. “There is a lady who teaches in a school….She invited me to show up, but I’m not entirely sure. I feel there’d be lots of people there.”

But I want to learn new things….even if I’m not allowed to.

Whit considered his next sentence slightly more carefully than he would under normal circumstances. From what little he knew about her, it made sense that she’d be hesitant to go to a big, crowded classroom full of kids who would -- to be frank -- probably think she’s a complete weirdo.

“Hmm, yeah, I dunno what the schools here are like but they usually do have around 30 or so kids in a classroom back home... But! That shouldn’t discourage you. School is good for your brain. When you learn new things it makes your brain healthy and strong. I guess if you’re nervous to jump right into going to class you could maybe...ask her for some of the homework? You could have her tutor your privately once or twice a week until you work up the courage to go to class.”

Whit gave her a small smile. “I’m pretty good at math and science. Despite sounding like a complete idiot most of the time, I’m actually smart when I want to be. So maybe she could give you that homework and I can help you with it, and she can help you with, like, reading and history.” He wanted to point out that she could stand to spend more time with people anyway, but she would definitely just blow him off. She was a bit of a professional at that.

“If you let me tutor you then I’ll never bring up friendship again. Cross my heart.”

@felsiic

She’s munching on a burger while reading a book. She loves reading, but she’s been doing it much more than usual since her meeting with that teacher. She’s seated at a park’s bench and normally the sun would begin setting by time she read one of her books, but today the sun is up and the sky is blue. It’s a nice day out. Not too cold, but also not too hot. Jangmi does stop reading just briefly when she recognizes the white set of hair. Ah, he’s coming her way. She closes her book, the title hidden from under her finger, unintentionally.

“Are you here to talk about friendship with me again?”

daxnedscul :

She watches him flip through the pages. Her action is light when she shrugs, “I’m not.” That or she didn’t realize the difference much. To her, life was horror. Reaching to grab the book from him, she flips through the pages herself.

“I doubt there’s any books from back home.” Though part of her wonders if maybe there’s a chance she’d come across a book she was familiar with.

With the half eaten burger left by her side, she stares blankly at some writings on the book. “Weren’t you on your way someplace else?” And here they go. Of course she’d ask something like that. She STILL doesn’t understand why he’s wasting his breath with her.

“That’s kinda sad, I’d love if I could read a Hardy Boys book again. I used to eat those up as a kid and I sometimes go back to them when I just need a break from life.” Whit mulled it over for a second. “You know I’ve read one of them enough times that I bet if I really sat down I could rewrite it word for word. I don’t really have anything better to do, so maybe that’s my next project.”

There she was, already trying to weasel out of talking to him. Was he really that bad of a conversation partner? Or maybe she wasn’t one for conversating. She was awfully stoic for such a young kid. “Nah, I was just walking around. I get a lot of pent up energy ‘cause there’s not much going on so sometimes I have to do laps to get rid of the itch.” He left it at that, making it clear she wasn’t getting out of this so easily.

“You know, it’s the middle of the day during the week. Shouldn’t you be in school or something?”

graveresemblance

"There Are Two Types of People In This World: Those Who Yell Out Their Attack Names, and Those Who Don't"

Deunan had explored some of this brave new world they’d been dropped into without warning, but not any of the abandoned areas, ghost towns and the lot. And apparently going as a group is a fun project! At least that’s what her companions had claimed. Well, a few of them had claimed. One, like her, seems a little more wary.

No one’s been through here in years...or had it been created like this? The blonde kicks a stray pebble and frowns. It’s awfully dark in here, obviously, and their flashlights aren’t helping much.

“Do you think this is stable?” She asks her nearest companion. Wary, though confident they’ll get through this with no problems, she’s curious.

#chrono news #graveresemblance #fangedblade

fangedblade :

“Fuck if I know,” Juno mentions. Her eyes rest on the dark corridor ahead, solid and determined. She slowly draws Makina, assuming a waki-gamae stance, uncharacteristically proper of her. “Who cares anyway? I’ve got all I need right here, in this sword.” Juno eyes dart strongly to Deunan, then to Whit. “If you’re gonna whine about it, go home. I’ll see what’s left in there myself. The Derelicts are almost like the surface. There’s got to be a reason.” She sighs, focusing back on her center of balance again. “Plus, the twerp over there can handle himself. He can get us out in a bind if we need it. Not his first rodeo either. Just like you. And I’ve prepared weapons for both of you just in case. Think I took both of you by accident? Please.”

@felsiic

“Aha...well, I’ve been in here before but honestly...” Whit glanced at the retaining wall to his left that looked just a little more decrepit than the last time he was wandering through the area. Still, he didn’t want Juno to bark at him later about being a literal scaredy cat. “Uh, never mind, it’s probably fine. Also, who you calling a twerp? I’m way taller than you.” Whit puffed out his chest and sped up to get in front of the women. “Let’s just ge--”

The ground began to vibrate an almost imperceptible amount, but Whit slowly turned on his heel to look behind him. “Guys--” Before he could finish his thought, the retaining wall he’d looked at barely a minute prior was crumbling -- along with most of the ceiling. The ground shifted underneath them as the ceiling collapsed and the tunnel went black. The crumbling rock kicked up dust, which made Whit cough as he waved his hand in front of his face.

The rumbling stopped suddenly; he pulled out his cellphone to turn on the flashlight. “Are you guys okay?” He swept the light along the now blocked passage and sighed. “Jesus...I could try moving the rubble, but it would take too long. Plus we’re not in Techno Solar so I’d get tired pretty fast.” Whit spun on his heel to face his companions.

“Well, we came in here to look at the Derelicts. I guess we’re gonna look at the Derelicts.”

@graveresemblance

@felsiic

She’s munching on a burger while reading a book. She loves reading, but she’s been doing it much more than usual since her meeting with that teacher. She’s seated at a park’s bench and normally the sun would begin setting by time she read one of her books, but today the sun is up and the sky is blue. It’s a nice day out. Not too cold, but also not too hot. Jangmi does stop reading just briefly when she recognizes the white set of hair. Ah, he’s coming her way. She closes her book, the title hidden from under her finger, unintentionally.

“Are you here to talk about friendship with me again?”

daxnedscul :

She’s tempted to make another rude jab, but decides against it. Instead she shifts a little. She never did like people standing so close to her. Not since that day. People who were in her bubble now made her uncomfortable.

“I’m not sure. I found it in the library.” She shows him the Title of the book which. One of Ellen Adgar Polle. “The books here are very different from the ones back home.”

“Ellen Adgar Polle...what?” He repeated the author’s name back. Was that some Weird Al Yankovic version of Edgar Allen Poe? “Can I see that real quick?” Whit gently took the book from her hands and flipped through it. It was an anthology of short stories -- similar to Poe’s back home -- but it definitely wasn’t his stories, although they were just similar enough that it was a little eerie.

“I should’ve known you’d be into horror.” Whit returned her book and clapped his hands together. “My maman liked horror too; I wonder if they have anything she read here. Did you recognize any of the title in the library?” He had a feeling she was going to pop him like a balloon and tell him absolutely not, but he was allowed a little faith.

@felsiic

She’s munching on a burger while reading a book. She loves reading, but she’s been doing it much more than usual since her meeting with that teacher. She’s seated at a park’s bench and normally the sun would begin setting by time she read one of her books, but today the sun is up and the sky is blue. It’s a nice day out. Not too cold, but also not too hot. Jangmi does stop reading just briefly when she recognizes the white set of hair. Ah, he’s coming her way. She closes her book, the title hidden from under her finger, unintentionally.

“Are you here to talk about friendship with me again?”

Whit had been running laps around the walking trail surrounding the perimeter of the park. He wasn’t normally much of a runner, but he was starting to get bored. Back home there was always some stupid task -- boy did he miss the stupid tasks -- so he was starting to feel...listless. Running seemed to help, sorta. He skidded to a halt as he saw his little friend -- she wouldn’t like to hear him call her that most likely -- sitting on one of the park benches reading a book.

She wasn’t getting away this time! Whit scurried to her bench; as she closed her book she looked less than excited to see him. “Maybe, but not right this second.” He plopped down on the bench next to her without bothering to ask if it was okay. “Whatcha reading?” He gestured towards the book in her lap.

"I dunno what’s popular with the kids these days.”

#;ooc #genuinely driving me insane and I've reinstalled so many of my extensions that are supposed to prevent that #nothing helps.........................................

I have no idea what’s fecking wrong with tumblr cause all my posts will look perfect when I’m writing them up, but the moment they get published it adds the starter back to the top and won’t allow me to remove it 💀💀💀 it’s happening on other blogs too so I give up. tumblr you win you trash ass website.

@fangedblade liked for a starter!

Whit hadn’t lived with a roommate for years now and was a bit nervous at the prospect of dealing with one again. Not only is he stuck in this weird new place, but he has to deal with a stranger sharing the apartment with him -- he was just hoping they weren’t some weirdo. Granted, maybe he was going to be the weirdo. He just hoped they liked cats.

He was pacing around the living room anxiously; frankly he just wanted to get meeting them over with so that he could decide how often he would need to hide in his room. Whit was lost deep in thought, fussing over possible roommate issues when the sound of the front door being unlocked caught his attention. He snapped his feet together and stood ramrod straight as he stared at the door.

The woman that opened the door was over a foot shorter than him, but he immediately had the sense that she could and would kiss his ass if the opportunity arose. His eyes wandered to the katana at her side and he felt his heart drop. Jesus, he hoped she didn’t just swing that thing around at random; the last thing he needed was to see his roommate dropping bodies right outside the apartment.

He forced a pleasant smile and gave her a small wave.

“Hi, I guess you’re my roommate. It’s nice to meet you.” His eyes were still absolutely trained on the katana.

fangedblade :

Juno whistles, impressed. “Okay then, hotshot,” Juno says with a smile, still looking out her peripheral vision. Although there’s always that small splash of smug sarcasm in her tone, she continues on. “Maybe you do get to play with the big dogs.” She turns back to the topic at hand. She takes a can of some sort of lubricant, and begins to clean the gun out. For someone so violent, her hand movements on the pistol are slow and methodical—Almost like a mother gently caressing her newborn baby for the first time.

“I don’t get why you think you have to prove yourself to me, though,” Juno comments. “’Valuable member back home,’ hm? Well, you’re not back home. And spoilers, I give zero fucks about who you were back then. You’re here now. All that matters to me.”

Whit gave her an exasperated look as she completely blew him off -- again. It was like she could see into his soul and knew exactly what to say to get under his skin. Or maybe it was just written all over his face; Arabelle did say he was easy to read.

“Aha...right.” He slumped into the chair he’d just lifted. “I believe they say our collective self is made by the sum of our experiences, which means what happened back home totally matters.” Whit paused as he watched her clean her gun. She could probably snap all that back together and blow him to smithereens in less than 10 seconds, so he backtracked.

“B-But you’re right, everyone back home is most likely dead so that doesn’t really matter. I think you would’ve gotten along with Arabelle though. She also bullies me.”

#fangedblade #;juno 1

@felsiic

This wasn’t her plan for the afternoon. She had been walking, making her way back to her residency from the store. Jangmi had picked up a couple of things for the kitchen and for her room when she comes across a couple of stray cats. They seemed hungry so it was only right that she’d run to the nearest store to get some canned tuna. She HADN’T expected to end up buying more because from just a couple of cats ended up being about 5 more. So here she is, crouched, only using the balls of her feet to keep her balanced so she doesn’t fall back. She’s got one arm wrapped around both her knees as she watches these cat just enjoy their meal away.

She’d normally be on guard upon someone being nearby, but she isn’t. Maybe it has something to do with the cats. If they didn’t react, then she won’t react.

daxnedscul :

Was that an actual phrase? Even she knew of stray cats that weren’t afraid of anything. Huh. What a strange thing to say.

“I don’t want to,” She states matter-of-factly. The thought of talking to people and trying to make friends with them is not something she’s interested in doing. Friendship could end up in backstabbings, and she’s had enough of those.

“I had friends in the past. I think they’re a waste of time.” Finally, Jangmi comes to a slow stop. “We’re nearby.” She turns to face Whit, “People are can be naive. Too kind. I think a lot of people forget just how cruel the world is. Just because we’ve been brought here doesn’t mean it’s safe. No one is on your side…not even yourself.”

“Good night Whit. Thank you for walking my home.” She’ll take her leave.

Whit was a little shellshocked with how easily she blew him off. Damn, that was cold. He imagined this is exactly how Sylvia acted as a child, but she grew out of it. Sorta.

“Aw, friends aren’t a complete waste of time. They’re at least someone to talk to when you’re do--” He winced at her rather heartless jab. It was very clear she thought he was a complete goofball -- too naïve and kind -- but that was just how he’s always been! Jangmi very clearly had a rough life before ending up here. Several emotions ranging from sadness to confusion crossed his face as she began to walk away.

“Be careful the rest of the way home.” Whit gave her a half-hearted wave as she walked off towards her apartment. He turned on his heel and began marching back towards town. Unfortunately for Jangmi, he had now decided it was his life’s mission to befriend her -- and he was notorious for never giving up the ghost.

@toadallyfine

Whit realized he was eating take out maybe just a little too much recently. He noticed he was looking a little pudgy in his cat form the last time he passed a mirror and decided it was high time to start eating at his apartment more often. The big farmer’s market in Whisperwood seemed like a good place to start -- if he’s going to eat at home he might as well eat properly.

He didn’t realize it was going to be an entire thing trying to buy anything here, though. Everyone was attempting to barter with him to the point that he hadn’t bought a single piece of produce in the three hours he’d been there. Currently he was in the middle of an argument with a man who was insisting he could have as many vegetables as he liked -- as long as he spent a month as a cat getting rid of pests in his barn.

“No! I don’t like the taste of rats! They’re...scrungy. And the bad kind of crunchy. Can’t I just, uh, bale hay for you or something?” The man shook his head and gestured for Whit to move along. “Man! This place is impossible. How’s a guy supposed to eat healthy when it’s like pulling teeth just trying to get a friggin’ apple!” Whit turned to the person next to him, whom he hadn’t been paying much attention to be.

“It’s crazy ri-- whoa, sorry Mr. Frogger,” the toad-person was over a foot taller than him which made him take a step back, “sorry to interrupt your shopping time with my griping.”

toadallyfine :

He doesn’t know about this ‘Toad and Frog’ thing, but as long as this guy gets the difference, he’s not going to bother with questions. He’s just content to have this misunderstanding settled. What he didn’t expect at all though, is being called a genius over such a seemingly simple idea. He didn’t even think it would be good at all.

He now scratches the back of his head awkwardly.

“I– heh, I’m not much of an ideas guy. I usually just get things done and leave the thinking to others. It’s been always like this between me and my brothers anyway.” Not like they would ever give him much of an opportunity to add his own input. And even if he did, they would mostly ignore it. Which is what makes this situation just so odd and awkward to him. “But, uh– maybe you– I don’t know– maybe you can take the mice to a pet shop?“

You could practically see the lightbulb pop over Whit’s head at Mr. Toad’s brilliant plan. Now this was an ideas guy. “Mmhmm, mmhmm.” He nodded as he stroked an invisible goatee. “Yes -- this plan might just work. I can catch the mice and get unlimited vegetables and sell the mice to the pet shop and get cash on top of that.”

It briefly crossed his mind that his new large friend likely wasn’t trying to get him to basically scam both clients, but that was a moral quandary for someone else to grapple with. Whit gave the other a friendly slap on the back and grinned. “Alright, you’ve convinced me. You could probably set up a consultant shop or something, you know? Grace the rest of this place with your infinite wisdom.”

Whit turned back to the farmer and offered up his terms; the man agreed instantly and turned around to find something to scribble his address on. Whit spun around to face Mr. Toad and gave him a borderline angelic smile. “I’m a strong believer in getting back what you put into a relationship, so you my friend now have my unwavering and undying loyalty -- er, until I feel like I’ve paid you back.” He snatched the scrap paper held out to him and shoved it into his pocket.

“Okay, what do you need me to do? Hold your groceries? Buy your groceries? Provide entertainment while you shop? I’m a decent singer. Oh, I'm Whit by the way.”

#toadallyfine #;pimple 1

daxnedscul :

Jangmi has NO idea what a retriever or a frise is, but at the moment those two doesn’t seem to be important. They don’t sound important. “I like cats. Cats aren’t backstabbers…” She used to hang out with a lot of stray cats back home. There were a few stray dogs she’d play with, too. Though some of those dogs scared her. There was one Jindo in particular who was always mean to her. Perhaps because it was just scared. She learned people did scary things when they were scared. Animals were no different.

You don’t have to protect me.

She bites her tongue. He already knows he doesn’t have to, though the temptation to say it again and make it known that he doesn’t have to waste his time is there.

She just looks up at him with just her eyes and a slight head tilt to get a good look and she continues to proceed, leading Whit to where she lives. Or at least around the area.

“I haven’t met mine, but I know he comes home. I can hear him. You talk to your roommate?”

“Of course! Cats are way more loyal than most dogs.” Whit folded his arms and huffed. “I’ve had so many dogs back out on me, but a cat isn’t afraid of anything. Dunno where the phrase scaredy cat came from considering I’ve seen strays try to attack mountain lions that wander too close to town back home.” It was a touchy subject for him.

“Oh yeah, Juno is a riot.” He meant that in a derogatory way. “You should talk to him. It’s good to make friends, and you definitely want the person you live with to be on your side! Nothing is more miserable than coming home to a place where you hate the person you live with. At least some friendly banter or whatever. You don’t have to love them by any means.”

Whit followed along behind her. He wasn’t sure how close she’d let him get to her apartment; he understood if she didn’t want to take him straight to the front door. He was still a stranger after all; even though he knew he had good intentions he wouldn’t blame her for still being suspicious of him.

#ooc #traveling with my friend since we're on break this week #said fuck it and got tickets for 50 euro to fly into germany so :^)

sunnyscion :

He didn’t know there was a way—a mission that she was supposed to do that would at least get the gate under the faeries. Well, even if she did succeed, it would still be up to the other faeries to actually stop the explosion. Maybe it wasn’t all her fault after all.

Cosette sniffled a little, wiping the last of her tears onto her sleeve. He was kinda silly, not necessarily making her laugh, but she could tell he was trying his best, and that made her feel like smiling for the first time in a long time.

“I wish I knew how to contact them.” She sighed, looking up at the sky. The blue expanse and clouds looked just like both Earth and Avalon. Was it possible everyone she knew was in another world out there just like this one?

“I hate being alone…it’s bad enough I can barely remember them, now I can’t even talk to them at all!” She burst into tears again, the very faint memories of her Fae Father and her school friends on her mind.

“I hate this stupid mission!” She wished she had something else to throw. “I just wanna be a normal girl! Now I’m stuck with even more strangers! Maybe forever!”

He had forgotten what it was like to be an emotionally volatile teenager and suddenly wished he could bake his mom cookies for putting up with him. Comforting this poor kid was so out of his pay grade; where was Sylvia when you need her?

“Aha...well, there’s not much that can be done about that. But! Strangers are only strangers until they’re friends, right? So I guess I can be your first friend.” Whit stuck out his hand stiffly; did young people shake hands? “My name’s Whit. I know it’s all really scary at first but I promise it does get easier. Especially once you start to regain your abilities.”

His hand dropped back to his side. “Also, talking to your roommate might help. Mine is...interesting, but it’s best to play nice with the person you’re living with.” Whit nearly followed that up with ‘especially since you’re a kid’, but the single braincell of his that was still functioning stopped him before he made her cry again.

“I don’t know much about being normal myself, but my maman always told me that normal is overrated. Of course the first time she told me that was when I terrified all my classmates by turning into a cat in front of them and then some people had to come in and do memory wipes...but it’s the thought that counts. Surely you not being normal is important in the long run.”

#sunnyscion #;cosette 1

just an fyi that I'm going to be gone until saturday as I'm leaving for germany tomorrow! if you'd like to chat in the meantime you can find me on discord at Jims#2057 or on twitter 💞

daxnedscul :

She wonders what a mon poussin and maman are, but she doesn’t ask. She just lets this man speak, speak, and speak about his growth spurt, about how the woman was sad, and everything else. If she could have it her way, they would have walked in silence. It doesn’t seem it’ll be likely though.

“You are tall,” she says quiet. He is. Or at least compared to her? he’s a giant!

When given the go-ahead, Jangmi steps out and starts leading the way. “I guess it is if ones not used to being backstabbed.” Jade green eyes lifts up to look Whit in the eyes, “You’re not going to stab me in the back are you?” Is she…..messing with him? She doesn’t say anymore as she continues down the street. “I’m in Whisperwood.” Which means they don’t have much further to go, but it’s not close either.

Whit paused mid-step as she made what he thought was a joke. She was awfully stoic and he was pretty sure his incessant stream of consciousness was grating on her nerves. Unfortunately for her, he never once learned to shut up. He recovered after a few beats and only needed to take a few steps to catch back up.

“Oh no, I’m no backstabber. I might shift into a cat, but I have the loyalty of a golden retriever. My friend Arabelle said I yap more like a bichon frise, though. Rest assured, you now have my unwavering devotion. If I ever see those guys within 50 feet of me they’re in for it.” Although he certainly hoped that never happened -- he wasn’t trying to get arrested just yet.

He was hovering behind her, massively shortening his stride so that he didn’t step on top of her. “Is your roommate nice? Mine is kind of a pain, but she’s okay I guess.” Whit shuddered at the thought of Juno meeting this kid; she’d probably scare her off. Well, actually, maybe not. Jangmi had a bit of an unshakeable vibe going on.

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To go out of his way to not only help her get away from those men, but to also choose to walk her home is something she won’t understand. She’s so used to things falling a part. Every one for themsevles, really. She learned that it was her against the world. It seems that it’s different here. EVERYONE is helping everyone and once again she can’t help but remember what Mariela had said upon her arrival here.

There are going to be people who means well. People who DO want to help because it makes them feel good. To see someone smile making it worth ALL the trouble. Is he the same way? She watches as he lowers himself down to the ground and when it’s her turn to come down as well, she doesn’t move for a moment. It isn’t a long wait and she’s finally being lowered.

“would you like me to call you Bojangles when you’re a cat as well?” In this strange world, she’s been introducing herself more than usual. Back home no one called her by her name anymore. Everyone that used to were dead and the new people’s faces she met were only extremely brief.

“I’m Jangmi.”

“Mm, I guess. I do think it’s weird when I’m prowling around as a cat and one of my friends is psst psst psst-ing at me and calling me my real name. Mrs. O’Brien didn’t know I wasn’t a real cat. She thought I was a well behaved stray so she gave me a name.” He sighed wearily. There were lots of people he missed, but Mrs. O’Brien was an unexpected inclusion.

“Jangmi is a cute name. My maman would’ve called you mon poussin. She was so sad when I hit my growth spurt in my teens; she said she wanted me to be puce size forever.” Whit smiled at her. He was quickly realizing she wasn’t the socializing type, but he really didn’t want to awkwardly walk home in silence either.

He peeked out the alleyway to see if the men that’d been following them had circled back around. It didn’t seem like they had, so he gestured for her to follow him into the street. “You lead the way, I’ll keep an eye out. Ah-- I know you can watch yourself, but it’s always good to have backup, oui?”