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@goldenandvoid sent: "Look, I'm sorry — we don't have to fight. We could be friends... like in that Shrek song. That'd be better, right?"
Xialing is not one to just fight. "I'm sorry what?" She asked. "The what song?" Xialing continued. She had not heard of whatever he was talking about, and she didn't really attack first. "How did you get here?" She asked.
[TXT] : that was not funny.
[ TXT ] { to the neverending story } : c'mon! it was a little funny! [ TXT ] { to the neverending story } : [ attached is a picture of him on a poster in the waiting room with googly eyes ] [ TXT ] { to the neverending story } : thor got a kick out of it!
@goldenandvoid said let's write:
"Can you hold still for a moment?" Dennis asked. He held the pen light in his hand, ready to try and give the man the examination. "What exactly is.. all this? Sorry, I'm new to city life..."
Starter Call from here || @goldenandvoid
The redhead let herself into the new headquarters of the New Avengers as she noticed a man sitting near the floor to ceiling windows. "You must be Bob." She called out. "Yelena told me about you recently."
@goldenandvoid || inbox starter reply || i freaking love bob.
Bob's eyes went wide the moment he saw him. He straightened up, fidgeting with his hands, barely able to contain himself. "You're— you're Soldier Boy," he blurted out, voice cracking slightly. "Can I— would it be okay if— can I have your autograph? Please?"
boots come to an abrupt halt at the sight of a squirrely man looking like he's about to crawl out of his skin just standing within four feet of him. sure. this far from the first experience he's had with a fan approaching and barely knowing how to talk. normally? a smart ass comment or some practiced persona that was licorice sweet. saccharine and fake would shift rugged features into something softer. lighter. welcoming.
what happened to the mask? it slips. for just a split second. bob is met with someone who has to blink out of the surprise. he'd been tuned out so deep, damn near went out of body. the wiring in his brain's gotta be on the fucking fritz still. thawing out from yet another round in the god damn box. quick glance from side to side to see if anyone else noticed the interaction. nah. the city's a living, breathing monster now. everyone's in a rush from point a to point b. few stray looks before back to minding their own business. not this guy, though. soldier boy figures what the fuck. might as well blend into the pitch, right? head dips and a palm comes up, waving him on. "yeah, sure. why not?" with a dash of, "didn't catch your name," for seasoning!
@goldenandvoid sent | [ AID ] He is 6 feet
The puddle was deep -- she’d already watched one person get soaked up to mid-calf, and for her? That would have been her knees, probably. Pot holes were one thing in this city, but this… this was basically a pond blocking the sidewalk in front of her favorite coffee spot. “Damn it.” She grumbled, and wondered if maybe she walked around the edge… or maybe she was being dramatic and it wasn’t that bad--
“Oh!” She yelped as she found herself quickly hoisted over the puddle before she could attempt going around the edge, lifted like she weighed next to nothing. Once her feet were on solid ground again, Liza spun and looked up -- being five-foot-two did tend to come with disadvantages, but she couldn’t help smiling gratefully up at the guy who’d decided to lend a hand. “Thank you -- I really didn’t want to test my coordination trying to tip-toe around the edge of that… probably would have broken something.” She laughed quietly before nodding her head towards the café door. “Can I get you something? As a thanks -- they make really good muffins.”
@goldenandvoid from here
for a moment, clark did not move.
not because he was uncertain of what had happened. not exactly. there were pieces of it he understood well enough. the impact. the force. the impossible sound of a body hitting earth hard enough to carve itself into the ground and still somehow remain whole.
but understanding impact was different from understanding the man lying at the center of it.
his cape shifted faintly behind him in the settling dust, red catching briefly against the pale daylight as small fragments of stone continued to roll down the broken edges of the crater. clark stood at the rim, expression caught somewhere between relief and concern, as though his mind was still trying to reconcile what his eyes were telling him. alive. confused. terrified, maybe.but alive.
the thumbs-up did something to his face then. softened it. not into amusement exactly, but something close. something warmer. human in the way he always tried to be, even when standing above something that looked like it belonged at the end of the world.
“yeah,” he said carefully, voice steady but gentle. “i’m… honestly pretty glad you’re not flat.”
it was a poor attempt at lightness, perhaps, but there was sincerity beneath it. a quiet effort to keep the moment from becoming too large too quickly. people panicked when things became impossible all at once. clark knew that better than most.
he lowered himself down from the edge of the crater, boots landing against the uneven ground with far more care than the situation deserved. slow. deliberate. giving bob time to see him coming. giving him room to breathe, even if bob did not seem to be doing that particularly well at the moment.
“hey,” clark continued, softer now, one hand lifting slightly in a calming gesture. “try to slow down for me, okay?”
his eyes moved over him quickly, not intrusive but thorough. checking for injuries that should have been there and somehow were not. broken bones. blood. anything that made the crater make sense. nothing did. that was not comforting. his gaze flickered briefly over the crater around them, then back to bob.
“and maybe don’t sit up too fast. i know you said you’re okay, and that’s good. that’s really good.”
his brows drew together slightly.
“but you also just survived something that should’ve turned most people into a very unpleasant science lesson, so i’d like to not test our luck twice in the same minute.”
the concern was gentle, but real. threaded through every careful word and measured movement.
clark studied him for another beat, trying to decide how much fear to show and how much to hide. there was always that balance. if he looked too worried, people panicked. if he looked too calm, they thought he wasn’t taking it seriously.
“what’s your name?”
It was incredibly quiet in the dead of night.
Everyone else had gone to bed, but him? He was still up - he didn't feel tired, nor did he want to sleep. So he had busied himself with rearranging stuff, making sure they weren't too out of place but also not in the way, either. His steps were silent as he wandered around, a stack of papers in one hand, a mug filled with freshly made coffee in the other. Setting the papers down, he took a sip, before something caught his attention - the distant sound of shuffling about.
It was ridiculous how he could tell who it was just based on that. Having super hearing sure helped with that.
"....Bob." He called out, softly, before he turned, bringing his mug to his lips once more as he then gazed over to the other. He gave a tilt of his chin toward the kitchen area. "There's still some, if you want. Can't seem to stay asleep?" // @goldenandvoid . sc .
