❛ he some kinda. tv star or something? i don’t gotta phone er tv er anything like that. ❜ a nonchalant roll of her shoulders follows, watching as he plucks a cigarette & lights it with his mind, or whatever DEMONIC means her had ( he was definitely devil spawn. not like the snake in her spine, but something like that ). she pockets the lighter in her hand, letting it sift through the satin of her pockets. canting her head, she turns to look at him, scrutinizing. folding taupe mouth into a firm line, she affirms what she’d thought of before.
❛ you’re plenty handsome. there’s always someone out there that’ll think you’re pretty & i’m one of them. beauty’s a funny thing, it is. —– do you wanna kill someone, though? thinkin’ ‘bout fire is odd. never thought too much about it, truthfully. ❜
❛ Somethin’ like tha’, ❜ he trails off, seeing no use or entertainment in explaining to her who the famed “scientist” is. Her curiosity should warrant caution within him, but he’s not in the least bit concerned. Perhaps this is what his mother meant when she called him RECKLESS. The look on her face, of careful examination, it pricks him like an insect under a magnifying glass. There’s a loss of eye contact--he’s uncomfortable.
❛ That’s a nice thin’ to say tu’ a stranger like me, an’ another to hear it from a pretty lass like yu’self. ❜ strange or uncommon... what is it, boy?? ❛ --subjective though, I ‘spose yu’ right. ❜ eyelids lift, and eyes settle on the girl across from him. He’s far too startled by her question to feel unnerved by her presence this time around. ❛ Thinkin’ about fire doesn’t make me homicidal, does it?? Could I just as not as well be an arsonist?? Yeah, maybe it is odd, but it’s all I’ve ever known. Say, what’s yu’ name?? ❜ maybe he wants to know, or maybe he’s bad at diversions.