jaceofmystery:
Jace laughed a little. Over the years, he’d gotten a lot better at talking to weird strangers. As anti-social as he was, he found that talking to others around West Hollow always got him some interesting information he might be about to use for Mystery Inc. Fortunately, this one didn’t seem as drunk as he initially thought he might be. Talking with drunk people was always a lot harder because he was never sure if they were the fun drunks, or the scary ones. “What happened?”
Tamsin was neither particularly out-going or reclusive; he was quiet and kept to himself but he didn’t think twice when someone started to a conversation with him or when he needed to ask something. He was probably an introvert though, in general, everything tired him out -- he was tired after waking up, tired after listening to music, tired after going for walk, and tired after talking to strangers. But this? He didn’t have a problem with it. “Ran into server, bumped her tray, and found myself in the direct path of the splash,” he replied with a small shrug. “Nothing exciting.”












