percyholt:
It didn’t take a second look to know that the woman didn’t fit there, not among the other that like him have lost the full control of their lives. It was not even the clothes, it was the posture, the way she carried herself as if she owned the place. Owned them all. It didn’t faze him, it nothing ever did until it was too late and he had gotten himself into easily avoidable trouble. “To be fair, that was a little bit of an exaggeration. I wasn’t actually expecting anyone to believe that,” he defended himself. It was the kind of trouble one had when mouth ran faster than thoughts. “Anything is a little too much, but I’d maybe do someone’s dishes? Tell a funny joke? Show my incredible talents in playing video games? Or, you know, just offer my charming personality, I’ve been told I’m a great conversationist.”
She made a face as she looked over at him, a brow arching at his words. “words are often taken as invitations, child.” maybe not literal invitations, but people often let their imaginations run wild - especially here, and especially when they’re bored. Ayda turned to watch him speak, or rather, spout out at the mouth. running it faster than needed. considering it didn’t need to be ran at all. and yet, here he was - running it. “None of those things interest me in the least bit, nor do any of them seem fitting for such an exchange.” she stepped then, moving inch by inch into the other’s personal space. invasions of her favorite kind. she wasn’t the tallest in stature, but she made up for it in presence. ayda had a mentality about her that made her larger than most people on this island. she did own it, own them all. this boy, included. another step, another bit of his personal space taken. “offer me something else.”
