BOOM.

" every sense a lit fuse, begging for collision. "

[ruinaa-archive-blog]

she blinks in surprise. oh.

          “You can say that again.”

[technosight-blog]

     “You are a mutant.”

he says it bluntly.

        “I am too.”

[technosight-blog]

@classicaltricks

      “Please -- go away.”

[technosight-blog]

@ruinaa

           “Oh -- “

the diner lady. it’s a small world.

    “I didn’t -- expect to see you here.”

[ruinaa-archive-blog]

she leaves him, refills a man’s coffee by the window, and makes it back by the time he’s done. she shouldn’t be surprised by how  quickly he’s finished – she’s seen lance eat at a speed that rivals his – but she is, any- way. putting the pot of coffee back on its burner, she turns back to ask him if he wants anything else, but he beats her to it.

          “Oh.”

          “Yeah, no problem.”

he’s remarkably less talkative than some of her other regulars, especially the younger ones, but she doesn’t mind. 

she slides the glass back to him and con- siders leaving him well enough alone, but –

          “So –”

a quick pause.

          “– you from around here, or –?”

[technosight-blog]

       “No.”

sort of. kind of. he’s around, but not really here. he doesn’t have a place for himself or a solid  foundation that he could call home. but back home isn’t home, so --

    “I’m from Boston.”

he drinks the entire sprite again, pushes it forward in a silent gesture for more.

    “You’re from -- the south. I heard       it in a word you said.”

[technosight-blog]

@mimicic

    “Uh -- do you -- do you need       something? You’re staring -- “

[dogisms]

He doesn’t move, doesn’t want to spook the human anymore than he already is. It’s only when there’s been contact for a few seconds that he carefully pushes into the touch.

[technosight-blog]

    “Good -- dog. Good doggy.”

he pats the head like he’s never touched an animal before. growing up, they had some fish, and a rabbit, but nothing bigger than that. he didn’t know how to read animals.

[technosight-blog]

@illuziion

    “Please don’t hit me. I was      lost in thought, not staring at      your -- bottom.”

[technosight-blog]

@cycloniic

     “Don’t take me to a doctor.        I have no insurance. I can’t        afford it.”

[powerduped]

“Oh come on.”

In a dramatic show of exasperation, Tao drops his shoulders and rolls his eyes as he moves his hands to the zipper of his coat.

“The ice is almost completely melted. You chicken or what?”

[technosight-blog]

    “Yes.” 

he says it without pause.

    “I can’t afford a doctor when I get       hypothermia.”

[xrisio]

✳┈║ ℍ ║┈✳ 

                    ❝well aren’t you just the critic?                  your turn then. make me LAUGH.❞

[technosight-blog]

   “um, okay. why do trees seem suspicious       on sunny days?”

   “They just seem shady.”

[traiitxr-archive-blog]

▌▏Ŧ-И ▕▐ 

                  ❝you know i’m pretty sure                   that’s a cause for concern.                       need more tissues?❞

[technosight-blog]

            “no, it should be stopping.”

he lets go of his nose. it’s fine, save a few drops of blood on his face.

            “this would be a better situation               if i had got in a fight.”

a pause.

            “and won.”

[technosight-blog]

@xrisio

   “That -- is a little funny.”

[ruinaa-archive-blog]

he looks like the type to argue if she tries to offer him something else, so she doesn’t. she’s used to that, too; not everyone is like shilah, eager to take a plate full of cheeseburgers whenever she feels like giving it. 

drumming her hands against the countertop, a quick taptaptap, she straightens.

          “Gotcha.”

it doesn’t take long, filling it, and she’s back in no time, sliding the plate and glass across the counter to him.

[technosight-blog]

he inhales the fries in about three minutes, not minding the heat down his throat. he doesn’t  touch the sprite until the plate is clean, and then he downs it in a few gulps.

staring down at the plate, he realizes what an  animal he’s been. grabbing a napkin he brushes away the crumbs and dribble.

        “So, uh, Josephine.” 

he squints at her name tag. 

        “Can I get a refill.”

[technosight-blog]

@mutantism

     “So, um, what do I do?”

[dogisms]

Why do humans always assume he bites?     “ruff?”

[technosight-blog]

reaching out a hand, he places it on top of the dog’s head. doesn’t move, waiting to see if there are any signs of aggression. 

[ruinaa-archive-blog]

leaning against the counter, she looks between the boy and the plastic menu in front of him and back again, considering. patsy is going to have her head if she ever finds out how many meals she gives away, how many dollars she knocks off. 

          “Anything you want.”

she shrugs.

          “Daily special, the whole menu.”

[technosight-blog]

he knows that’s a flat out lie. she’s got the look of a motherly type, and he was sure if he was any younger she might reach across and brush the  hair out of his face. 

reminds him of his own mother, so he doesn’t tell her that he’s not a charity case, that if five dollars was only going to get him a drink, he would let it be.

       “A sprite and fries, please.”

he has a single dollar for a tip, even if that’s not really enough, it’s something.

[technosight-blog]

@powerdupe

     “I don’t think right now is a good         time for swimming.”