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“Oh no, I don’t like arguments, but i like prepare myself for most things. Sort of a faux confidence kind of thing. I don’t know.”
“You have to be careful about that though. Faux confidence is always tested and often proves superficial.”
“Not in the mood for your attitude.”
“I didn’t realize talking was an attitude. I’d say turning your back to me is more profound than merely stating an opinion.”
“Word of advice, never get your hopes up.”
“Five words, actually. That’s terrible advice, by the way.”
“Agree to disagree? Fine, if it doesn’t cause an argument… I can live with that.”
“Unless you wanted an argument. You seemed more prepared for one than not.”
“ It’s not that you’re wrong, exactly, you’re just extremely not right. ”
“You see, that’s the interesting thing... I thought the same about your logic. While I would love to argue semantics we should agree to disagree for the sake of opinions.”
Natalie shrugged ever so slightly before smiling. “Like i said, you never know unless you try, Andersen.” She winked before laughing. “My hello was my attempt in getting you to admit you’ve tried on lingerie, obviously. Don’t be hurt, Willy. I wasn’t even trying to offend you.”
His scoff was drawn out with a sigh, shaking his head at the pet name with a distasteful sound. “And yet you betray me with one word. Funny how that goes. So what has you snapping off heads this time? Bad day? Bad week?”
She arched an eyebrow, looking up at him, almost as incredulously as he had at her. At least he was leaving her alone, to sit in silence finally. She snorted, listening to his little speech. And she was the one that had to get in the last word. “Fuck off.” She muttered mostly to herself, shaking her head a little and looking back down. Honestly, how people had to turn everything into a competition, into who was winning the conversation, she didn’t get it. It wasn’t a battle of words, it was just an unwanted conversation.
He turned on heel, walking backwards for a few strides holding his arms out. “I already am,” he laughed and stepped through the doors. What a cliche.
“Am I permitted to go back to my book now, or would that be considered offensive in some way? Are you going to twist that into me attempting to get attention for myself?” She didn’t wait for him to respond at that, pulling her book back out and holding it up. Company at her table wouldn’t be so tiresome if the person were willing to sit in silence. It was all she ever wanted, silence. Talking to people, for her, was exhausting. Keeping up the image of herself, keeping people at a far distance from herself, it shouldn’t be that hard in her mind. But people only seemed to push harder when she showed her indifference.
William slowly lifted his head, an incredulous stare analyzing while waiting for her to continue her little tantrum. When it didn’t come he laughed and shook his head. It must have been nice for her to get the last word when he had already ended the conversation, and a sad cliche at that. Alas, if his company didn’t show now they weren’t coming. Stood up, he rose to his feet and shifted his items to one hand. “That, by the way, is a battle you win in theory but not in reality. I doubt you’ll understand. I know, I know, you don’t care.” He snorted again and started on his way out of the shop.
She frowned at the empty hand before looking up at him. “You’re not exciting, that was a bad trick. Ask away.” Maia tilted her head curiously to the side and listened to his question. “First of all I trust almost everyone so that’s one of my problems. And you’ve given me no reason not to trust you unless you’re hiding a dark secret which would prevent me from trusting you the minute I find out.” She pulled another face when he touched her again. “I’m never disappointed, the lesson will be learned one day in the far future. I’ll try my best not to.”
“It was good deception trick. You, like most people, don’t enjoy the outcome, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t amusing for me,” he laughed with a shrug. “Though that is fair, and I doubt I’d do anything too horrendous to lose it. That I know of. You can trust me to be me, in the least. I could do the same for you: trusting you to be you. Someday in the far future... you’ll be in the hospital again, saying it all over again. I’m buying you bubble wrap. Try not to pop it all before your limbs are covered.”
“Depends.. well no I wouldn’t. That could be a lot of fun. But I’m guessing you’d like to see how I play first before including me in a more private group? Oh we will. I love a challenge, no matter the game. Oh, shit yeah. Sorry. Sarah Devin.” She responded, offering her hand for him to shake.
“Sure, but it’s more to get to know you as a person considering I just learned your name. What else do you do around here, Miss Lie Detector? Or is that your thing? Lies. Either psychology or journalism.”
“Yeah, yeah, maybe I’ll have the time.”
“So are you interested or not? You should pick the game, something small and achievable. Then you have all the time in the world to imagine what favor I”ll owe you. I don’t mean to sound rushed. I simply enjoy good competition.”
Aaron was confused. He wasn’t sure if this guy was just fucking with him or actually trying to help him. He took the papers from him silently and placed them on his desk before taking a seat on his chair. He glanced at the other guy and sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Uh..thanks..I guess?” He shook his head. “I’m sorry. It’s just a really bad time for me right now.”
When the topic finally changed from accusatory to simple conversation, William let out a sigh. “Yay,” he spoke flatly, “you’re out of your head.” He turned for the door, glancing out it before he shut himself in and stopped any on-lookers or officials from peering inside. "No apology needed as I am intruding but I assure you this was the best option for the both of us as someone would have called despite my actions and...” He looked around and back to the other. “I don’t really benefit from this but it’s not a favor. I don’t expect anything back. I wanted the noise to stop. I’m leaving but the offer still stands. I’m awake now and if you’re in the mood for a drink I have choices.”
It was hard to deny that there was something extremely appealing about his form beneath hers. An unfamiliar burn hit the apples of her cheeks, tugged at her abdomen and made a little set of sparks spread outward to the tips of her fingers. Her lips tingled for the sensation of his against hers again and if it hadn’t been for the idea of a challenge in the game, Allison would have easily abandoned the game to resume kissing him. Teeth pillowed into her lower lip, hair slipped over her shoulder, and Allison took a long moment to determine his position beneath her with a small smirk before tearing her eyes away and flicking the spinner. The dreaded spinner. Around it went, three full times before it stopped and Allison breathed the directions. “Right hand, blue.” Lifting her fingers was easy, shifting over was easy, but rather than moving for the circle she boldly slipped her fingers into the hair at the back of his head, pulled his head just a little closer to herself, pressed her lips to his in a more bold kiss than the last. With her tiers occupied she slapped her hand onto a blue circle.
If she was anything predictable to prior nights, the natural blush to her cheeks gave way to being flustered, starkly diverting or stuttering her way to the next topic to avoid further acknowledgement of his tease. And her tease left his tongue darting over his lower lip in remembrance of her boldness while she carried on with the game. Instead his taunts were child’s play that barely seemed to affect her, encouraged her. The woman above him was continuously surprising him with an accumulation of firsts, and for a man who relied on his talents to read people, to predict their line of thought, she led him into a position (figuratively and physically) he was dependent to her next move. Digits threading his hair, the soft scrape of nails as she cradled his head til he felt like he was lifted from game mat, and her soft lips reconnecting where they were missed-- all actions he could only react to instead of gaining his own edge and each he welcomed more fervently than the last. As her hand released, he ensured the small gap between them remained closed yet his arms were left feeling weaker without her support, fragile to fall. Time sensitive, though he was taking the chance, breaking free from lip-lock in attempt to get her to fall or move, “I think you’re winning, but I seem to be out of reach for my turn. Maybe someone watching could spin for me,” before pressing back to capture her mouth.
“Guess that’s for me to know.”
“Oh my. Well if you want to pay attention to me so bad, then by all means speak with me. You were the one who insisted you needed to studying, but maybe now you might have the time to win a favor from me.”
“What’s your deal, Jung? Do you like getting under peoples skin? Finding out what makes them tick?”
“Actually, yes. That’s practically the basis of analytical psychology. Though I’m not sure what would get under your skin by offering to ignore my existence.”
“You are really pressing my buttons, Freud part two.”
“My methods are more ideal to Jung, actually. Feel free to ignore me, Sigmund, if it displeases you so.”
