Sparks Out of Clear Skies // Hogarth and Casper
Garth was pacing, though it was hard to tell since it he was more like walking a loop around a few streets in central Redwater. He was doing that out of precaution, trying to dissipate his ever growing electrical field by touching the light posts and discharging every so often, but it was also out of nervousness. Ever since getting here he’d been nervous about finding out the truth about whatever had been afflicting him, but there was another reason that had him on edge.
How to approach a woman.
Most would think that was par for the course for him-- they’d be WRONG-- but this was a special circumstance. The woman he was trying to gather up the strength to go see was an old friend, and ever since they’d parted ways Garth hadn’t even been sure he’d ever see her again. That and he didn’t want to seem like a creep, which obviously he would fail since he’d ended up unconsciously pacing outside her work waiting for her to get off her shift.
“Hey, Cas.” He grumbled to himself, practicing what he would say. “Oh my god, what a coincidence seeing you here, my dude! I totally didn’t follow you all the way to Europe! I just happened to apparently have family here too that I had no idea about! haha...” Garth tried, but it all sounded incredibly weird to the point he was ready to chicken out again and try some other time. He grumbled, something self deprecating and before turning abruptly on his heels and running smack dab into somebody.
