Irma Hara

32 || Gravity don't mean too much to me

[muffinlovingbirb]

He is God's silliest soldier and faces the toughest battles (he's not okay)

[lucas-grimshaw]

"Really? I kinda read somewhere that demons are attracted to sweet things... maybe you're not really keeping them at bay, you're integrating them." Lucas commented distractedly, letting his eyes wander around the town. It looked nice, like any random city center, decent upkeep, some people in the streets, stores everywhere... He'd never thought Shay would end up in a place like this, though... So mundane. He turned to smile at the tiny person standing by his side. "Oh we definitely need to get something to eat then." He raised an eyebrow. "How exactly do you measure your life in songs?" He asked. He nodded along but averted his eyes at the whole "sad gaze" thing... Was he sad? Was he fucking nostalgic? He wasn't sure and he sure as hell did not want to dwell on that. "Mostly tired, honestly. And hungry." He admitted. "Oh, I didn't know you were the sharing type." He offered with a grin. "But we can start with that."

[irma-hara]

¨C'mon! We've known each other for the better part of twenty minutes and you're already divulging my secrets? The audacity." She shook her head in mock-disapproval, her expression shifting into complete bliss as the smell of freshly cooked burgers permeated and guided their way. Irma let herself be carried away, taking a moment to understand the question. "Oh, that, well– you know when you have to do the dishes or organize your closet or just do about anything? Instead of thinking said chore will take me around half an hour, I just convert it into albums. So, my daily life dictates that it'll take me exactly five songs to organize my groceries or a Mulaney special to finish washing up my car. Do you... just use a watch?" Irma mused, looking up at him with a teasing smile as they finally crossed the threshold to the restaurant. "The usual's free, yes! You'll get to seat down and eat; two birds, one stone." The girl practically skipped towards the booth, making sure Lucas was still following before falling down dramatically into the seat. "What? I love sharing food! That's the only way you get to taste different stuff and not feel ridiculously full." She said excitedly. "Besides, do you think you'd be able to choose between a mudpie and apple pie? I don't think so."

[lucas-grimshaw]

Lucas raised an eyebrow at the statement, offering a little side smirk. "For someone who ingests so much candy your certainly have a morbid little edge, huh?" He asked, not adding how much he agreed with her statement. He took the lollipops and stated at them for a moment, not really sure what to do. He ended up pocketing them because he could not, for the life of him, imagine himself causally sucking on a piece of candy while he looked for Shay. Nor did he want to think of the face she'd make if she caught him doing so... Or caught him looking for her, period. His mood started to darken again. "Sounds like maybe you should eat something a little more filling." He murmured conversationally. "I'll keep them in mind." And he would, but right now he was struggling to place himself back in the present. "Annoying, more than anything. Why, is it very obvious?"

[irma-hara]

She giggled, dismissing how the words felt as if he had complimented her. "Oh, definitely. I've found the best way to keep your demons at bay is treating your body like a freaking Candy Land board." Irma then rapidly decided she was fond of the brooding guy, taking a moment to look away at her phone to give him some space as his face was not the one of a person happy to have received copious amounts of hardened sugar. "It's way past my lunch time so I have to agree. You'd think people that measure their life in songs would be a bit more punctual but noooo." She rolled her eyes with a small pout, trying to forget how she missed her morning snack because fucking Patrice didn't get there for her noon segment. "Kinda. Your shoulders are a bit stiff and you've got that sad gaze down to a T... but maybe I'm just reading into things and you really just need a breather." Irma mused out loud, smiling at him they approached the place. "The burgers will cheer you up, I'm not letting you get away with an empty stomach. We should get some chili fries to share."

[lucas-grimshaw]

The mere thought of a nightclub made him shudder in disgust. Maybe some other night, but definitely not right now. He'd just dumped his stuff in the room he'd rented and then walked out again, trying to finding something to distract himself with. "I don't feel like having people push into me from every direction while my eardrums are violently assaulted by dubious music." Lucas let out with a quick breath. He couldn't help but widen his eyes as he saw her eat another candy in a couple of bites. "You like sugar, huh?" He asked a little curiously. He stiffened but stayed completely still, aware as she leaned closer to him. He let the music wash over him, unclenching the hands he'd fisted without noticing and letting out a slow breath. "Yeah, that's pretty cool." He admitted, carefully removing the earbud and handing it back to her. "Definitely the small bar."

[irma-hara]

"Oh yeah, definitely. That's more of a boozy Friday night after having your will to live mauled to death after a particularly terrible week at work and all you want is to feel something again... not that I'm speaking from personal experience." Irma deadpanned, fishing a couple of the stolen lollipops from ther bag and offering them to him. "Take them. I do have a bit of a sweet tooth but this is completely sponsored by the fact that I skipped breakfast and am currently running on half a cold matcha." She sighed out with a smile, grabbing a hold of both earbuds to zip them inside her hoodie. "La Dispute, you should check them out." Irma's face lit up. "Awesome! It's literally across the park." She began to walk slowly. "So, rough day?"

[lucas-grimshaw]

He was instantly put off. There was no other way to put it. The girl seemed too happy for him to deal, and he considered going along with her, pretending that’s what he’d asked and fucking right off in the opposite direction. But he was wet and tired for all the wrong reasons. Desperately regretting this trip and most of the decisions he’d taken this past week, some of them still marking his body in purple splotches and he needed a gin. Or at the very least a beer. “No, bar.” Lucas responded, forcing a grin that he was sure looked lore like a grimace. “Or a pub por something of the sort. Is there anything like that nearby?” The music was blasting and he could still kind of hear it from her earbuds. “That’s sounds cool.” At least this time he didn’t need to pretend.

[irma-hara]

"Bar! Oh, that makes way more sense." Irma grinned, putting the candy back in her mouth before tapping her chin in thought, her eyes darted between two of the streets on the left side of the road. "The closest bar is tiny but they have great food and they have a more chill, local vibe. There's another bar-ish nightclub, the music is amazing and they have a wider cocktail selection." The lollipop was gone in two crunches and she disposed of the stick in the nearby trash can. "It is." With that simple statement, she took the earbud and gingerly placed it in the man's ear. "Just wait a couple of seconds and the bass line in the chorus will blow your mind." She sighed out dreamily, her stomach choosing the precise sweet spot of the song to rumble into life. Irma scrunched her nose. "Well, I know where I'm headed. You made up your mind?"

[lucas-grimshaw]

The crunch of the gravel beneath his boots was the only familiar thing about this place. But then again, that probably sounded the same everywhere. "What a dumb fucking thought. Well, this is going splendidly," He thought to himself. He could feel the droplets of water running down his hair and his back, and once again wondered why he'd come here in the first place, thinking about a person he hadn't had contact with in years. But what was done was done, and now all he could do is find a place to have drink and plan his next move. Maybe find a place to stay while he was at it. "Excuse me, where's the nearest bar?" He asked the person standing closest to him in the intersection.

[irma-hara]

It had been a nice day. Her shift at the station had finished perfectly on time and right before anyone had noticed she had stolen half of the lollipops on the reception's coffee table. Lunch was the only thing on her mind as she waited for the little, blinky light to turn green. Irma knew better than to try to cross the street with her earbuds on but damn, that new EP was hitting just right and "–huh?" Irma blinked in confusion, removing one of the earbuds as she turned to face the man at her side. "Sorry, dude! You said mall? You're heading the exact opposite way." She offered him a sheepish smile, quickly removing the lollipop from her mouth and hoping the guy made out the jumble of candy-covered words.