"That job you never exactly told me about." It's cool, they're even. He never exactly told her about his either. Setting down the menu, he rests his chin on his hand and takes a good look at her. What he saw last night at that party is still what he sees and daylight ain't faded it none, which is good. That happens sometimes. Nah, she's okay.
"That's cool." He friggin' channels electricity, but it ain't like he goes around tellin' people that or nothin'. Everyone's -- well, no, scratch that, not everyone, but enough people here -- got their own magic, and if she ever fights against him or beside him, she'll get to see some of his. "I only got one question."
The coffee shows up; he takes one of those little cream containers and peels back the lid, dumps it into his cup, adds a spoonful of sugar and stirs it up.
"How come you're hangin' around with some lowlife like me?" He laughs when he says it, not entirely serious but not entirely jokin' neither. Shit, half the time he don't even know why he hangs around with some lowlife like him.
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Date: 2011-02-28 12:24 am (UTC)"That's cool." He friggin' channels electricity, but it ain't like he goes around tellin' people that or nothin'. Everyone's -- well, no, scratch that, not everyone, but enough people here -- got their own magic, and if she ever fights against him or beside him, she'll get to see some of his. "I only got one question."
The coffee shows up; he takes one of those little cream containers and peels back the lid, dumps it into his cup, adds a spoonful of sugar and stirs it up.
"How come you're hangin' around with some lowlife like me?" He laughs when he says it, not entirely serious but not entirely jokin' neither. Shit, half the time he don't even know why he hangs around with some lowlife like him.