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You pressed [[ rewind ]] For the (( t h o u s a n d t h )) time When the tapes { WORE } through So you [memorized] Those ( unscripted ) lines {{ d e s p e r a t e }} for some kind of clue jude york || 25 || find me at dusty's or down in class, whichever hits up first When the scale (( tipped )), When you [[inherited]] A {{fight}} that you were born to ( l o s e ) It’s not your [fault] No, it’s not your [fault] ( I put this heavy heart in you. )

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kosher-sebastian

“You’re at a bar, but you don’t drink?” He looked honestly confused and slightly shocked. He shrugged and turned around to fill a glass with water for him. He placed the glass in front of him and ran his fingers through his hair, taking a seat back down on the stool behind the bar. “I could recommend some insane mixes if you plan on getting in to it. If not, water is always healthy right?” The smile appeared on his face again in an attempt to make him feel more comfortable. He could see how awkward the man felt.

Health was obviously something important to Sebastian. His body mirrored that philosophy. 

Moving to take his own seat at the bar, Jude took up the glass with a smile of thanks, finger absent-mindedly running around the rim. “I, uh.. My friend was supposed to be here tonight-- They’re usually here, anyway. Thought I’d drop in to see if they needed a way home, since I was passing by, but..” He turned to gaze out at the group scattered across the pub, each face only bearing the slightest hint of familiarity to him, before turning back. “..I guess they must’ve left already. Or haven’t arrived yet.” Definitely one of the two.

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kosher-sebastian

He stretched his hand out over the bar to shake Jude’s hand, a soft smile replacing the concerned look on his face. “Sebastian.” His accent made it more than clear that he was not from the area, but his friendliness could fool anyone in to thinking he had been there for years. “You seem tense. Should I get you a drink to limber you up before they arrive?” His attitude and tone of voice was completely different to only moments earlier.

Accepting the other’s hand into his own, Jude could feel the worried expression in his eyes melt away at the sight of that friendly smile, inciting one of his own to slowly turn up his lips. He was never one to leave a cheery gesture hanging. Easily picking up on the foreign accent, Jude could only marvel at how well an outsider seemed to fit into the mold of the quiet town, while he himself felt a sore thumb. 

At the offer, he quickly shook his head. “Thank you but, uh.. just some water would be great, honestly. I’m not really a drinker.”

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kosher-sebastian

“I wasn’t but I suppose I am now. I haven’t seen you here before. What’s your name?”

A nervous hand raised to readjust his glasses, tired eyes blinking behind the foggy lenses. “I, uh.. don’t come to these kinds of places very often. I was just, uh.. looking for a friend of mine.” Yikes. Talk about an intimidating stare. He cleared his throat, hoping to air out the stutters before they could take hold. “Jude.”

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kosher-sebastian

“Are you sure you want another drink?”

Blink, blink. A quick glance over his shoulder, before turning back towards the speaking male. “Are..you talking to me?”

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skyeakermanrp

“Sorry I didn’t see there was already a jacket on the chair. I’ll move if you want?” Skye binked a few times. She’d barely slept last night and here she was crawling into the coffee shop, taking the first chair and a sip of the coffee she wouldn’t survive without. 

Ah. A situation Jude knew only too well. It’s with a polite smile and a nervous flutter to his gesturing hand that he took up his jacket to replace it against the chair opposite, shaking his head at the offer. “By, uh.. By all means. It’s not like I’m going burn off the entire table to myself.”

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crissystolkien

     “Dark side. I think the word you were looking for was dark side.” Either way, Tolkien’s thoughts were more towards the Sith. His smile was still there, as if he was regarding him in wonder. Did he really exist? Tolkien wondered if he knew anyone from his family, but he had tried not to remember those he left behind – or came back to in his failure.       “Uh – “      Wasn’t really expecting that. “Your jacket? Oh. I understand – I see what’s going on here. You’re actually just terribly envious of my Grandmothers jacket and want to wear it for yourself, yes? You don’t have to pretend to offer me your jacket – I’ll let you try on the pink monstrosity.” 

“Dark side seems a little harsher than what I was looking for. I was thinking something more along the lines of, uh.. the dim side? Dimmer? You know what I mean?” It was always hard for Jude to figure his thoughts properly through his mouth, while his fingers ached to ink them out more coherently than he had them spoken. Nervous smile fixed in place at this point, he could only stand there before the other as his mind raged on with so many better ways to have phrased that.

Yikes.

The other’s words only served to break the smile on his face into a grin. “Guilty as charged,” He laughed, a hand raising to readjust his glasses. “Do you really think I could pass off pink-on-pink-on-pink? I’d have to be mad.”

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septembergraham

     — September leaned back in her seat as he slouched, smiling at the familiarity of the posture. Katya had been pretty livid when she’d begun slouching. Her smile turned into a grin as Jude pushed forward with insistence that he was, in fact, chill, but by the end of his rant, her eyes were wide and her grin become one of surprised amusement. ❝ Whoa. ❞ 

❝ I’d be comfortable calling that a metaphor. A bad one, but I’ve read worse. ❞ 

Hey, could you blame him? Hulking around an overstuffed book bag that was meant for a laptop at most, arms nearly spilling with whatever couldn’t fit between the flaps---- Your spine would be bending and begging for mercy the first chance it got. Her grin was met with one of his own, and it was with that that he carefully took his own seat alongside her, dropping the excess papers and binders from his arms to his lap. Christ, you’d think some sort of muscle would’ve been put on after lugging that crap more hours than he wasn’t.

“Haven’t we both?” A glimmer of amusement flitted behind smudged glasses, which weren’t aided by the nervous finger periodically nudging them back up. “Did, uh.. Did Sawyer show?”

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septembergraham

   — ❝ To quote my barista this morning, you need to chill out, girl. … Dude? Anyway. I’m joking. See? I’m funny. Hilarious, even. ❞ 

He couldn’t help the sigh of relief that left him at her words, posture slipping from stiff with concern back to a slouch to make a mother cry. A hand raised to nervously adjust his glasses as he peered down at the other, smile flickering across his lips. “I’m chill. I’m super chill! I’m so chill, I might need to slide on another sweater or else I’ll probably get frostbite. 

That’s... not how frostbite works.” Yikes.

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    — ❝ Why are you standing like that? Do you know you’re making people uncomfortable? ❞

Blink. Blink, blink. Shocked silent, Jude glanced down at his feet, trailing his gaze up and down his, what he’d thought to be, casual stance. Did-- Did he look too uptight, or was his posture bad, or..?

“Uh.. define ‘standing like that.’”

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    Properly turning around, as if to shield him from the offending bird, he snorted a bit back and cracked a smile. “You’re … one of those types that sees the good in everything, aren’t you?”

What wasn’t good to see in such striking fashion choices in the middle of the golds and oranges of fall? Kudos for courage. “Well, sure! I mean, better to look on the bright side than to have to squint hard enough to make out whatever’s on the, uh.. not bright side.”

Nailed it.

“I-- Would you, uh.. Would you like to borrow my jacket, instead?” The worn army coat had definitely seen better days than most, but it held together snug enough to get the job done. In this case, that job being keeping the frostbite at bay.

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    “There’s a pink cardinal on the back lapel.” And since seeing is believing, he turned and gestured to the offending off color bird. “Gram has an odd fashion taste, no matter how cozy it is.”

His eyes dropped towards the little bird indicated, unable to help the snort that followed. Yikes, it was like a piece out of Barbie’s Dream House. “No, really, I-- I think it’s sweet! Y’know, if a little, uh...

....bright?”

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     “No – really. This is my Grandmother’s coat – mine’s in the wash. I swear. I’m not often seen in plaid pink.” The things he did to leave the house in this temperature. 

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Well, if you had to ask Jude, that shade really brought out the color of his eyes. Not that that was going to be let out into the air, though. “I mean, it’s not that bad. Honest.”

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