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Clara lifted a corner of her mouth up. “It’s alright, I don’t say anything worth hearing really. I meant that Danish music makes me happy, screaming music doesn’t.” Clara narrowed her eyes trying to bring an understanding to this strange man in front of her. “Yeah it’s a good song, how can you heart it though? Not even I can, and well it’s right next to me.” Suspicion flooded her body in her most natural instinct. Most people seemed to have a choice for flight or fight but clara only knew of the former. What she did? She possessed a problem that destoryed every happy thing in her life and yet it wasn’t even the worst one in the group. She wanted to lie, make something up but..well what would be the point by now? He’d figure it out or someone would tell or what else may happen from now until they all decided their end game. “I’m a ghost. One moment, I’m here..the next..I’m not. Just depends on whether I like my company or not.” In true drama queen fashion, Clara wiggled her fingers and vanished from the normal human eye. She settled in her special place for several seconds before returning. “No, there isn’t a green screen behhind me, just in case you were wondering.”

kaikhaleel

Although he couldn’t say why or what, Kai knew from her tone that he’d clearly said something. Something, that was, being defined as those moments when people’s brows raise or their eyes narrow, and one’s instincts unhelpfully suggest backtracking despite your brain not knowing why. He cracked one eye open, tilted his head slightly as his expression twisted into slight confusion. “Sorry?” he ventured after a moment, experience telling him it’s a safe bet, “I didn’t mean to invade or whatever, I just-” And then it clicked in his head and he felt typically like an idiot. After all, hadn’t he just admitted he couldn’t place what she did? “Riiiiight” he exhaled, grimacing sheepishly, “That’s my thing, you know? I hear and see and smell and stuff. Better than most people, I mean – too well.”

After her explanation, however, he couldn’t help but feel a bit upstaged. As soon as she said the word ‘ghost’ Kai put it together that she was the one who could disappear, suddenly remembering overheard conversations and the briefs he should have listened harder to. “Sweet. That’s like being born to be a top thief.” Was his instant response, though it was slightly pained as his vision played up again, his image of Clara becoming incredibly dull and hazy; intensely difficult to look at. “Green scre- Wait, are you doing it now? Or is this like, half-level ghost?”

#[clara]#when its obvious but you can't put it together #an autobio by kai

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#mirror

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Acting Natural || Lonnie & Kai

Hood nestled snuggly over his head, just enough to conceal his face, Lonnie walked with a rigid, masculine sort of gait, almost militaristic in its severity. There were none of those bumbling, off-balanced steps, none of those bouncy strides that generally characterized his usual self. And the portrait was an odd one, almost intimidating, eerie in and of itself. An imposter wearing a familiar face. Lonnie’s features all but contorted as he went, mouth steadily moving up and down, chewing gum but just heavily enough that it may have given the impression of tobacco to the average onlooker. His hair was matted, nostrils flared. He looked older, more mature, moved as if he were, but to the especially observant onlooker, he was merely locked into a cycle. Every fourth step came with the same amount of force, every third just slightly sideways, every other chew hampered by a hidden pain in the left side of his mouth, because of course, that was how Lonnie had memorized it. He had picked the man out that morning, situated himself on a bench until he found the guy heading his way to buy cigarettes.

And then he mimicked him, every motion right down to the way he scratched at the nonexistent watch on his wrist. Hells yeah. Come get me, coppers. The whole thing was oddly exhilarating; he had never put on a persona like this. And the one he had chosen was probably cool as heck. Lonnie cracked his neck, just as his target had down hours ago, rolling his shoulders and maintaining that peculiar ‘other-ing’ slump. And then he ducked off to one side and waited. Well, this was certainly exciting. They were doing recon. And he was eager to be useful. He spit on the ground there, ducked a block or so away from the bank itself, but then felt bad about it and didn’t do it again

kaikhaleel

Hanging just off of a small road, tracing person after sporadic person with his eyes, Kai couldn’t exactly blame himself for being an infrequent visitor to central London; the place was brimming with everything. The area around the bank itself was particularly interesting, having both rich, suited businessmen and enthusiastic tourists in equal measure. He supposed that’s what happened when you put the financial district on the Central Line, and hey, if he was listening to the entertaining complaints from one group about the other whilst he waited, then that was just a bonus.

What he was meant to be doing, however, was keeping a lookout for his fellow recently turned theatregoer. The longer he waited, now watching a man he could only describe as ‘tall and hooded’, the more he believed that he’d gotten his time and place mixed up for what wouldn’t be the first time. Deciding to nab a mobile off of a (now useful) tourist to check the time, Kai was surprised to find that his eyes simply refused to move off of ‘tall and hooded’, his neurons and consciousness clearly disagreeing over something. After momentary deliberation, Kai decided he trusted his senses more than himself, and really focused on what he was focusing on. It only took a few seconds for him to clock on to what he had already; grin appearing on his face as he did. That walk was off somehow, the barely-visible face more familiar than he had thought. Ha.

He crossed the road quickly, miraculously avoiding the traffic as his eyes remained unmoving, and fell in behind the other man. “Dude, this is really weird.” was all he offered in in lieu of greeting, only realising when Lonnie ducked into the side that he’d of course gone unnoticed. He didn’t follow instantly, distracted suddenly by a piercing shop alarm that forced him to turn, but then he did without really thinking, simply taking a few quick steps around the other man and (quite literally, the guy had a solid five inches on him) popping up into his eye line. “Dude, you’re like a living Where’s Wally.” He announced instantly, “A crime-turned, living Where’s Wally. I get what we’re going is serious, but man, this is going to be cool.”

#[lonnie]#heist001 #[Acting Natural]#why did this get long? i just dont know

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“It’s not paranoia if someone is really out to get you,” She frowned, not totally sure if she was joking or not. It’s true, she was a bit paranoid sometimes, if the way she checked her studio apartment for bugs every other day was any indication. She jogged a little in an attempt to catch up with him. “Do you not carry anything useful around with you?” Actually, that wasn’t hard to believe, and if he did have anything she was sure that it would be tucked away in his pockets. It was ridiculous the sheer size of space that men got, while women got stitched on pockets that didn’t even work.

“You have to keep up,” She half teased, half reprimanded him, still not completely sure where they stood. An after effect of being a pushover in childhood, she still had a rebounding little voice in her head telling her to be nice. He has to like you – no he doesn’t. She corrected herself, whether he likes me or not won’t affect me in the slightest. A small grumble of thunder rippled through the sky, making Navy slightly more relaxed. She dragged her fingers through plants as they passed them. “Kai right?”

kaikhaleel

Kai (literally) bit down the question that was on the tip of his tongue, choosing the metallic taste in his mouth over uttering ‘who’s out to get you?’. With his condition, he’s pretty sure that paranoia is the last thing he needs, and besides, he’s worried about how long her list will be, he’s striking her as worried. So, he remained oddly silent instead, simply reaching into his pockets and pulling out an odd assortment of items for inspection on her cue: headphones (but no phone), a few coins, sunglasses, an oyster card and a shard of glass that must have been a stowaway. “Kai would be right. And these are all more useful than rope.” he declared after a moment of scrutiny.

The thunder makes every item hit the floor underwhelmingly as he flinches, the glass shatter too quiet against the weather to add much theatricality. Fuck, is all he can think, because the crash of the sky vibrates around his skull and renders anything other than fuck impossible. He clenches his eyes closed for a minute, waits until he can think in more than monosyllables before hesitantly looking back at the woman. “I- Sorry for earlier? For breaking your favourite window? And for making you leave your roof perch? And insulting your rope, I guess? But, I’ve, uh, I should go.” With that, he took a step backwards? forwards? waving slightly as he did, clearly unfocused, headphones (but no phone), a few coins, sunglasses, an oyster card and a shard of glass that must have been a stowaway left on the floor.

#[navy]#y the heck is my last line so dramatic #who knows

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Dexter’s not all that good with things like tone and sarcasm – he spends far too much time in his head. So at Kai’s grave everywhere is hell, Dexter blinks over at him, opening his mouth, on the verge of fumbling an apology for the suggestion, and–

Oh.

A joke, then.

Still, it’s a relief to know that he hadn’t just said Kai’s equivilant of let’s descent to the fourth circle of hell, so he relaxes slightly, even as he’s grimacing as he imagines what listening to an earwig walk must sound like. Ew.

The question takes him off guard, and he descends into a whole new level of awkwardness as he tries to figure out his answer. Because a question like that, most people want to hear one answer in particular. Is Kai religious? Will he be offended if Dexter says no? Eventually, he hedges his bets, and goes for the truth. “Um, sort of, but not for sure? I think I want to, but I can’t quite get there without any personal proof.” He blinks curiously over at Kai. “Why? Do you?”

kaikhaleel

The slight shift in atmosphere between them was palpable, or at least it was to Kai, who shifted his head round to stare at Dexter’s loud silence. Huh. It hadn’t crossed his mind that the query would be off-kilter (presuming, of course, that it wasn’t him calling coffee petrol-ass that had silenced his companion) but maybe he’d accidentally stumbled across a social border again. Not for the first time he cursed that those were invisible.

“Raised orthodox.” He stated after the eventual response, “But there’s no why, man. I was just-” and curious was the wrong word, because “it just came to my head, you know? And you gotta admit, what were the chances that we’d all end up here, ready to heist?” It wasn’t a self-directed question, but it still pulls Kai up short, makes him freeze in the middle of the street suddenly. Because really, thinking about what they all can do, he doesn’t see how chance fits in. Heck, they even have someone who influences chance, which is a little too much for his brain to handle. “I’m thinking slim. Why’d you join, anyway?”

#[dexter]

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“Reserved” would probably be one of the best ways to describe Victor. He didn’t like being seen, not in that way. Hated that no matter what he did, he would always be at a disadvantage. Why give anyone even more of an advantage?

Despite himself, however, he found himself huffing out something similar to a laugh. “I don’t like chocolate,” he offered a half-grin as he curled his fingers around his cane instead. “But thank you. I still don’t know your name, however. We are going to be working together, you know, and it’s rather difficult for me to catch someone’s attention if I don’t know who they are.”

kaikhaleel

“Oh.” is all Kai uttered at first, trying to comprehend that a) he forgot his own name when introducing himself, and b) Victor apparently thought that a dislike of chocolate could be treated casually. Sure, he wasn’t mad about the stuff either, but that’s because he could taste the foil. This man however, well, it was surely just another layer of mystery.

It then promptly hit him that he’d been silently staring for too long, considering the guy couldn’t stare back. “I’m still here,” he announced unnecessarily, “I was just staring at- the floor, I was staring at the floor. But I’m Malachi.” He paused, wincing slightly as he naturally tried to match the other’s formality, “I mean, I’m Kai. ..and I’m looking forward to robbing a bank with you and whatever odd thing you can do?”

#[victor]

memcrium-blog

“ looks it. ” she agrees, a slim hand shading her eyes as she takes in the distant structure. “ but don’t let it INTIMIDATE you. ” from the outside, this seems to be a FOOL’S errand. but looks can be deceiving – immense brick meant to deter the likes of them from burrowing into its insides where treasure lay. but from what they know, gemma isn’t so sure that the outside is just a study facade holding in the flimsy rot within. this is the real deal: tough from the inside out. robbing the bank of london? definitely seems IMPOSSIBLE, but then again, they’re impossible too; the twelve that make up their misfit society with lofty goals and scientifically astounding abilities. perhaps it only takes an impossible thing to solve an impossible puzzle.

her hand drops and situates itself on the strap of her messenger bag, fidgeting with the inch-wide canvas, gaze switching from the impossible structure to one of her fellow impossible humans. “ you’d guess right. ” gemma gives a cheery wink at the male before her hands are moving again digging in her bag for something or another. “ recklessness runs in my blood, you could say — and things are a lot less thrilling if you’ve done them before. ” yeah, yeah, practice makes perfect – she knows; but repetition also nurtures boredom and MONOTONY. and if there’s anything she hates, it’s monotony. what’s the point of doing something if you already know the outcome? “ but i won’t hold your boringness against you – some people love living in their comfort zones. ” she laughs at that, a hand retreating from her bag with a pack of gum clutch between fingers. “ want some? ”

kaikhaleel

“Sheesh.” Kai whistled, head shaking slightly, “I’m no expert in robbing high security banks or anything, but I don’t think the thrill rubs off that easily, even if reckless runs in your blood.” The thing was, Kai could hear the pattern of her breathing under the traffic, could spot the faint tremor to her hand through the crowd. They’re common signs; ones his eyes sweep over every day and he’s versed enough to know they usually mean one of three things: nerves, fear or excitement. He’s not too versed when it comes to Gemma, however, and an amused smile dawned his face when he realised he had no idea if she was anxious and faking it, or genuinely eager for their task. Unusually, he managed to restrain himself from simply asking her, silently practicing for their task - beneficial, whatever Gemma argued.

For that matter, a quick glance to his own hands showed they were twitching; mild excitement and nerves mixed in with what’s his usual habit anyway. Kai held them up to her, almost proudly. “Do I look comfortable to you? Man, I don’t even have a comfort zone. ” He corrected feelingly, pausing momentarily before reaching for the offered pack and simply throwing it into the café bin. “Comfort with that shit in the hands of the masses? No can do.” His grin only lasted a second before his actions dawned on him though, and he took a few wide steps away from her (and incidentally towards their target. ) “We should go, right?” He blurted, “Y’know, extremely big hurry, big date, right?”

#[gemma]#heist001 #i totally wrote about what u said in the tags #soz #[Penguins at work]

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it’s not really anything she’s not done before – the whole scouting out the place before she crashes in after hours uninvited. in fact now – as her gaze is leveled at nothing in particular, iced black tea between her hands – her mind SPEEDS through all her past experiences with this sort of thing: this PRETEND to be a dumb girl and extract information thing. it’s COMFORTING, but less than it should be. because no matter how much gemma tells herself that this is just like all the scenarios left in the dips and wrinkles of her brain, she knows REALITY is far from the lies she tries to convince herself of. somehow, she thinks the sentence for robbing the bank of london is a little more grievous than snatching some fashionable boots from harrods.

the noise startles her from her daydreaming. before eyes focus on the glass she thinks perhaps a bird has flown into the window, but no, it’s only kai drawing unneeded ATTENTION to himself. she snatches her bag from where is rests on the floor, slinging it over her shoulder and pushing towards the door in the same moment. “ sorry, so sorry. ” she tells the staring patrons, an EXASPERATED tone not too difficult to fake and a rueful smile on her face as she lies. “ my friend’s just in an extremely big hurry. big date and all, you know? ” one, two, and she’s through the door. “ INCONSPICUOUS much? ” she asks kai, a brow rising in what might be a judgmental arc ( but it’s mostly in jest – she knows what his ability is, and while she finds the scents of cafes comforting…well ).

kaikhaleel

Glass, especially glass as cheap as this, does very little as a sound barrier. He wonders briefly if he should alert the couple discussing divorce of this fact, but he hears Gemma’s mutterings before he sees her, and figures that one would be chalked up as a bad idea. Right, he thought, watching as both she and the singular look she was giving him approached the door, this is important - focus. But it’s difficult to do such a thing when half a shop are muttering about your, apparently poor, dating future, and he can’t help but lean around her to frown at the patrons wishing him a bit too much luck than necessary. “Hey now,” He replied to her as he did, unperturbed by the altitude of her eyebrow, “I’m saving all my inconspicuous up for when we get there.”

After finishing a quick staring competition with the divorce-man, he turned and shot Gemma a lazy smile, nodding slightly towards the visible slither of the bank, or, The Bank of London, as he could only think of it. “Looks pretty immense, man.” he murmured, and then, as an afterthought, “It’s a shame they don’t offer practice runs at this kind of thing, you know?.” His voice was earnest, a firm believer in practice making perfect. He got better at at talking, at pickpocketing, at dealing with his thing because of practice. Though, as his eyes drifted back onto his companion, he wondered if that was just a matter of opinion. “I guess that kind of thing probably gets pretty boring for you though, huh? Weird.”

#i'm now just thinking about happy feet help #[gemma]#heist001 #[Penguins at work]

{Penguins at Work; Kai and @memcrium}

Even from a few blocks away he could make out the top of the bank, its grand roof protruding above the immediate area’s skyline. It certainly looked like it would hold some serious cash, hell, looked like it was boasting the fact. It dawned on Kai that nobody had been kidding when they’d emphasised the whole ‘high security’ aspect in their plans: this was some serious shit.

Which is why, Kai told himself as he ambled down the street, the slight nerves in his stomach were totally justified. Good even: they made him more alert. (Or at least that’s what he’d tell Gemma if she noticed - their plans weren’t exact, but he doubted nerves were part of them.) He was heading towards the Pret they’d agreed to meet at, it being the perfect distance from their target. It only crossed Kai’s mind as he arrived that maybe a cafe hadn’t the best place to meet, as entering would mean facing a serious smell. So, instead, he simply banged on the window-front glass a few times and smiled at all the alarmed faces that looked up. If she was there, she would see him.

#let's pretend there's a window in that gif #[gemma]#heist001 #[Penguins at work]#oh my gof

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#this is some serious inspo #about #misc #I'm not sorry #[van allen]#[gemma]

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She bristled at what she thought was a slightly condescending tone, there was no need to be rude about it. Hell, she was trying to be nice. “Alright, I’m coming.” She called out, unsure of whether or not it was a good idea. What if this guy turned out to be irrevocably boring and she had to spend the next few hours trying to think of something to talk about? It wouldn’t even be a comfortable silence, it would be a harsh unwavering noise deficiency.

Grabbing a rope that she kept on the top of the roof, just in case she needed to make a quick escape, she gently started lowering it down. Reminding herself that the glass in this old place was probably very fragile, as seen by the previous smashing by the boy beneath her. The rope was thick, coarse with age and a life at sea. If her memory served her correctly, an old sea hand had given it to her after she had fixed his wifi.

Securing the end to a solid structure at the top, she gripped onto the beginning of the rope – confidently swing her legs over the edge of the roof. She used to scale walls for the thrill of it, breaking into swimming clubs deep at night and dying the water pink while protesting whatever someone paid her to protest used to be her specialty.

kaikhaleel

It took a stronger man than Kai to ignore the curious sounds of whatever the hell was going on behind him, his smooth persona vanishing as his head whipped around to check. Oh. Seeing Navy-Not-Navy clambering (elegant clambering though it was) down from the roof via rope hadn’t exactly been what he was expecting. Perhaps the dark skies had a silver lining in that she was relatively hidden from view, as a hasty look around told him that no random stranger was also watching. He despaired slightly at that fact however; he would have appreciated somebody for him to mouth a panicked ‘help me’ to.

“Right.” he uttered, once sure she was within hearing distance, “Right. Okay. You just randomly keep rope with you, and a laptop, and set up cameras - which, by the way, is probably like a sign of paranoia or something.” And really, what else was to be said? So he simply blinked and quickly started walking again, fingers fidgeting as he went. “I’ve gone from knowing nothing to knowing a lot about you in like ten seconds. Actually, that’s a lie, I have no idea what just happened, but still.”

#[navy]#i can't even remember what direction i'm meant to be taking this in #i can't stop laughing

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“No no..uh, I just can’t remember the English word for like people coming and going without.. gathering. Just here and there, you know?” He looked off, unsettled if that was the correct term. She wished she knew how to fix that in people. Everyone who sat in those dilapidated chairs and swatted away dust looked as if there was something broken in them.

“Well what do you listen to then? If Hozier offends you so much? Everyone’s got a music taste don’t they?” It was a pitiful attempt at trying to make conversation, but she wanted to try. Really try. “I know I used to only listen to music in Danish, especially when I moved. Classical is good too! I never cared for that angry scream music, it makes me feel as if my head will explode.” Rambling, rambling, rambling.. Gods she even annoyed herself. She offered a nervous and apologetic smile and a shrug to brush herself off. “I talk too much sometimes, you’re welcome to tell me when I’ve been running my mouth for too long.”

kaikhaleel

"No worries.” He mumbled, mind clearly elsewhere as he continued to openly stare at her. But then she began talking, with quite a few words at that, and between the music and the flickering (?) it was proving a challenge to concentrate on what exactly was being said to him. So he did the simple thing, and scrunched his eyes shut without explanation. Much better.

Unfortunately, by the time he’d figured that out, her speech was seeming to come to an end, her heartbeat increasing slightly. Talked too much? “No worries,” he repeated easily, voice more cheerful now, “people always say the same ‘bout me. And I wasn’t listening to you anyway.”. He paused, took a stumbling step forwards in a slight panic as he registered his words, “I didn’t mean that. Or I did, but Hozier was talking some shit about a poison that doesn’t sting - which doesn’t make sense, for the record - and all I gathered is that Danish music makes your head explode.”

A pause, a breath, he sat down in a way he hoped was facing her, “So now I know that fun fact, can I ask what it is you, y’know, do? Don’t think they told me.”

#[clara]#oh dear #this is what happens when 2 goddamn ramblers meet

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The smile that had graced his face for a couple of seconds was so precious, she regretted crunching the glass almost as soon as she did it. Guilt was a good word for what she was feeling, shame, another. Watching the poor boy stumble over himself trying to get away from her, she reconsidered her plan of action. “Yeah, I’m Navy. ” She replied, trying to sound a bit nicer than before, although not fully expecting a thought out reply.

It made sense if he didn’t want to talk to her, maybe he had somewhere to be considering how hard he had closed the glass door. Maybe he had decided that she was a bitch and didn’t want to talk to her. Or perhaps she had got in wrong and he actually had super strength or something like that. Maybe he was still learning how to control it. “I’m not–” She didn’t know how to explain why she had gotten mad, so she left the curled end of the word hang between them.

kaikhaleel

Well, it was safe to say that this was one of the most confusing conversations Kai had had for a while. And considering Dexter had been trying to explain his illusions the other day, that was saying something. Keep walking Malachi, that’s the sensible thing to do.

Damn curiosity. He couldn’t help but hesitate at her cut-off shout, and once that was done, the backwards step he took was inevitable. “Okay, Navy-not-Navy-whatever, you need to learn to use more words, man.” Kai didn’t turn around, his back firmly to the building where she was as he figured out which path was least busy. “And there’s a storm coming, so I really gotta go, but my mother always said I could teach a mute man to talk so if you’re coming, come.”. Then he set off again, rewarding himself with an imagined mic drop moment.

#[navy]

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Adrian’s brow furrowed at Kai’s ramblings– the kid had an active imagination for sure. He’d been happily avoiding the subject of prison during the whole recruiting process. The idea of any one of them ending up in prison wasn’t a pleasant idea. Logically, a jailbreak wouldn’t be too difficult– security tapes could be erased, police incapacitated– but no doubt they’d be revealed to more than one person, and definitely endangered.

“That could be right too. Can’t have anyone showing me up anyway. What’s the point of seeing the past when you have someone who can see the future?” He gave a small smile, but to some extent he believed that to be true. The practical use of his ability was harder to see when he found himself alongside people like Kai, or Clara.

“I think in order to be a real movie gang leader I’d have to slick my hair back and stop losing everything I own. Wait– does that mean I’m a gang leader?” Pencil forgotten, he looked off towards the back of the theatre in thought.

kaikhaleel

What’s the point of either when it’s today you should worry about? Given the nature of Adrian’s ability, Kai was silently proud that he’d restrained himself from voicing that particular thought. Besides, it wasn’t fair; time probably blended together in a way he couldn’t hope to grasp, and seeing glimpses of the past frankly sounded cool.

There was rare silence (so to speak) for a minute as he pondered this, leaving Adrian uninterrupted to - Kai presumed - envision himself with slicked hair. “I don’t know, man.” He eventually shrugged, answering both his own thoughts and the spoken question. “This feels like a gang.. a bit of a weird-looking gang, but still. If you want to be the leader then you gotta just embody the leader.” He hesitated. “Or ask Saoirse.”

Leaving the contradiction in the air, Kai simply tossed the missing pencil in Adrian’s vague direction and tilted his head slightly, undeniably dog-like as he listened. “Huh, were you here by yourself? This place is totally too creepy for that kind of thing, man. I think you’d be safer robbing the bank. Alone. Without being able to hear the security coming.”

#[adrian]#nope you're perf #i'm apologising for the same thing

tx700-tam

“I might have picked up a few magic tricks,” Dexter acknowledged, smiling crookedly. He waved a hand, a single playing card appearing and disappearing with a flex of his fingers. “I guess my methods are different from the usual, though.”

Still, they were good for earning a few bucks, busking on the street. It meant he didn’t go hungry, and could get some cheap clothes now and then. He had his eye on a warm looking jacket at the nearby second-hand shop, but he had to save up a bit, first.

Distracting by Kai’s emphatic gesturing, Dexter almost missed the earwig. In the middle of a step, he glanced down, curious about what Kai was staring at – and promptly made a noise like a squeak as he swerved to avoid stepping on it, stumbling a little. “Sorry,” he muttered at the earwig. He hated killing bugs, but also, he could only imagine what the crunch-squish would sound like to Kai’s ears. Ugh.

“Do you eat in public?” he asked, seemingly apropos of nothing. “I mean, I’m dying for a coffee. But is a cafe like hell for you? With all the mouth sounds? We should get coffee, if you can stand it.”

kaikhaleel

“Dexter,” Kai paused mid-step, turning to look at the other man with as much severity as he could muster, “everywhere is like hell.” One. Two. Three. Four seconds was all he could last however, unable to hold back a wide grin and quiet laugh. “Nah, you get used to it man. Mouth sounds are pretty nice in comparison to – well - other sorts of sounds I guess. But seriously,” he added, tone grave again and this time unforced, “that thing you just apologised to? You should hear its legs move.” Of course saying the words guaranteed that Kai’s brain would tune into just that, so he hastily made his way to and out the backdoor, only hoping that the other man had followed.

Stepping outside wasn’t like stepping into a sudden world of sound and smell, it was more like somebody – God? His sims controller? – had simply turned the dial up on a more muted channel. “Dude, do you believe in God?” Kai asked casually, though he had intended to say I can’t let you have that petrol-ass drink, but I know a place, and so corrected himself in a single breath. “I mean, I can’t let you have that petrol-ass drink, but I know a place, and do you believe in God?”. For all its spontaneity, he reckoned it was a valid question; creating images out of thin air didn’t exactly seem scientific.

#[dexter]#i blame this on me being tired

kimberlyhtv-blog

She couldn’t help but smile at that, her favourite window? Where did hell did he get that from? Letting the corners of her mouth curl up, she stopped quickly remembering that she was supposed to be annoyed. “Tech whizz kid?” That was kind of rude. Especially the kid part. Yeah she was a lot younger than some of them, but in her experience, the harmless little additive seemed to give them the right to look down on her.

Letting her fingers drum on the edge of the roof, she tried to remember who he was. The illusionist or the – oh wait. This was the sensitive guy, he could hear everything or something like that. God, that would annoy her. She scrunched a piece of glass under her foot, just to see if he would react.

kaikhaleel

Pleased with himself for having unwittingly solved the problem, Kai smiled as she did, said smile falling off his face just as quickly when she suddenly snapped. “Oh.. So you’re not the tech one then?” He called back up, confusion now thick in his voice. He had entertained the fact that she might be upset about him forgetting her name, but apparently she was more protective over her thing. “I could totally have sworn that was you... Navy, right?”

And he was about to apologise, he really was, only it was a lot harder to get the words out with the tapping of her fingers and the hum of the laptop and the assaulting moisture in the air and the buzz of London and th- The grind of the glass was a dozen nails down chalkboard in his ears, and Kai flinched. Usually he could ignore such a sound, but not when it came so unexpectedly from right where he was focusing – that had to be intentional, right? He froze, not knowing what to do but blink, wave hastily, and start retreating.

#[navy]#pls ignore angela in that gif oops #+ god sage this isn't going to plan

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