I Ask Long Drawn Out Questions?

Fangirl Challenge: Ten Male Characters (3/10)

@its-driz

‘Try a deer then?’ He didn’t like the thought of her drinking from an animal either, but it was better than her drinking from a human. ‘You weren’t a fish. You looked like a person to me. And you didn’t say that it was only during that time. You said I wasn’t needed anymore.’

Drizella fought the urge to throw her phone. Why did he have to be so fucking complicated? It’s not like she took more than a typical blood donor would give. “I was a fucking fish. it should have been implied. You need to stop being so difficult.”

“How expensive are they usually?” He didn’t think the countertop was marble, but if it was, he wanted to get an estimate on how much he’d have to pay if he did accidentally scorch it. “I think you could’ve harvested marble if you wanted, but I’m kinda glad you didn’t, because then we wouldn’t have met.” He honestly wasn’t quite sure what his bio class would’ve been like if Heinz hadn’t taught it, but it wasn’t something he wanted to imagine. “If I didn’t seem like myself would you tell me?”

“My cousin wanted one a long time ago, but it was nearly $100 for a square foot of it! Can you believe that? I could make myself rich if I started selling it – but, you are right. I would not have met you, or any of my students, so being a professor is good for me. “Of course I would! It could be a danger to your health or something, so I would always try to make you aware!”

“Although losing my toast made me sad, I’m glad I didn’t leave scorch marks on the counter. I don’t think my housemates would be too happy with me if I had.” Z had even asked him if he’d scorched the counter top, and he’d been relieved to tell her he hadn’t. “I would’ve, but I burnt it to a crisp.” He’d held a private funeral for it, but he wasn’t about to tell Heinz that. “Oh! I’d say I’m back to normal then. Or at least I think I am.”

“I’m sure losing your toast did make you sad, but the fact that your countertop is unscathed is the real treasure of this story. They can be expensive, especially if it’s marble. Have you seen how much people pay for those? At one point, I thought I might go into harvesting marble, but I don’t think I’m physically cut out for the job.” The professor smiled a bit. “Good! You seem like normal Bridge to me, but I always must make sure.”

I ship myself with all of the gossip here. I also suppose that Dale and Ariel could be cute. They seem like they’re getting pretty cozy. Is it wrong of me to think Bridge and Sky could be a totally hot power couple? Maybe if things started steaming up around here, I’d be more into it.

“It was weird. I set my toast on fire by accident.” Doing that had saddened him, since it was a plate of buttery toast gone to waste. “I’m glad I wasn’t exorcized too. I don’t really know what would’ve happened if I had been.” At the question if things were back to normal, he shrugged. Normal wasn’t exactly a word that anyone would use to describe him. And he wouldn’t use it to describe himself either. “Do you mean normal as in back to how I am usually, or normal as in not weird?”

“Ah, not your toast! Truly the peak of culinary expertise, ruined!” He placed his hands on his head dramatically as he spoke, a smile betraying his act. “Though, with how much buttery toast means to you, I can’t imagine you would not eat it,” the professor jested with another smile. “And ah… Normal as in your usual self. Everything at this school is a little bit weird, so I can’t expect that to just… disappear.”

When Sky wrinkled his nose, Bridge thought maybe his tactic was a success. However, at Sky’s next words, Bridge knew it had failed. He sighed, a pang of guilt making him want to apologize. The last thing he wanted to do was lie to his best friend. “Okay, fine. I didn’t test anything on myself.” He had a feeling that even if he did test something like that out, it wouldn’t help at all, since he could already track his own thoughts and see his own aura. At Sky’s demand, Bridge stayed silent, giving his friend a pleading look. He wanted to tell Sky about this, but he was scared. He wasn’t exactly sure what Drizella would do if she found out.

The pleading look on Bridge’s face told Sky everything he needed to know.  He liked to think that he was good at reading people, so the look on his friend’s face made it clear that he wouldn’t, or rather couldn’t, tell him the truth.  He knew he could keep pressing and eventually get Bridge to tell him, and the master interrogator in him told him to do just that, but the friend in him told him to back off.  “Fine.  Don’t tell me.  I’ll figure it out myself.”

‘Could we possibly reschedule to another time when I’m not busy? Or could you possibly not feed from me?’ He texted, deciding to change tactics yet again. He knew the answer was going to be no, but he felt it was worth asking. And it might stall her some.

“Yes, let me just turn my hunger down to 0 for your convenience.” Drizella typed back, pausing by her doorway to wait for an answer. “You have 5 minutes to tell me what the fuck you’re trying to do.”