you're not too bad yourself, meow!

“Seattle, SERIOUSLY!?” KItty doesn’t hide her disappointment. Of all the places that she would like to disappear to and never return, it would be Paris — or even Greece for that matter. The short blonde doesn’t mind though. At least she’s away from the Glee Club and annoying Mr. Schuester. There was no more pressure to be the best of the Cheerios. “So, can you tell me where I can get an iced latte?” she asks the nearest person. “What? I need my coffee fix.”

Gortys’ time in Seattle, so far, had been a little less than pleasant. She’d had quite the reality check while she’s been here, realizing that not everyone was a kind as Rhys, Fiona, Sasha and Vaughn were. But, she knew how to toughen up but keep her kind and excited exterior. It was simply about learning how to take anger coming from other people. The former robot blamed it all on people subconscious worries rather than anything else. “O-Oh, I’m not looking at you ‘cause I think you’re weird for wanting an iced latte–– I just don’t know what that is.”

Nathan raised a brow at her condition but nodded nonetheless. “WHATEVER. I mean, I promise but like ― how bad can it be anyway?” he mumbled, looking at her curiously. “―and seriously? It’s yours to judge, not theirs.” Nathan added in hypocritically (seriously Nathan?). There was an obvious innocence in the girl and Nathan was conflicted ― TORN between choosing to actually be more human towards her or to RUIN said innocence. He was fucked up like that.

freaky lil ships → status: accepting ! → ( anonymous )

Nathan perked up a bit ― unable to keep the grin from spreading once more because of how INFECTIOUS the girl’s giggling was. He tilted his head to the side, giving her his smug trademark smirk at her compliment. Nathan had NO WAY to know if the girl was really HIGH AS FUCK or if this was genuinely how she was ― so he decided to just go with it.“Say, what’s your name then cutie?”

“and yours is so fucking ponsy, jesus christ.” he rolled is eyes, he wasn’t stupid. he knew when he was being insulted and when he wasn’t. a skill he picked up from many years as a thug. “because i’m the bad guy. punching good people gives me a twisted kinda pleasure.” 

“ponsy? i don’t think that’s in the dictionary. what does it mean?” she had already forgotten about the fact that she somewhat ( well, absolutely ) insulted the boy only moments prior. but it didn’t really matter to her all that much. “i consider myself a good person–– would you punch me?” she asked, quirking a brow, mostly gathering information about the people who lived on this planet.

“It’s just a name, I didn’t put it” She didn’t know why they call the galaxy that way but either way didn’t matter that much to her “Are you an alien?”

Nathan was taken back a bit ― surprised as she poked his chest. “Are you,” he swallowed, looking down at her and noticing her small ministration. “Are you making sure that you’re LEGIT on the ground?” he asked, disbelief heavily laced with amusement. Nathan couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up after a beat. With shoulders still slightly shaking from laughter, he turned to look at her again. “JEEZ ― quit being cute.”

“jesus christ, no they fucking shouldn’t or you’d have a punch of pansies walking around singing about fucking butterflies or some shit. not at all, it makes me wanna punch someone in the face.” 

“wow, your vocabulary is quite... finite?” gortys grinned softly, trying to make it seem like finite was a good choice or words, even if she knew it wasn’t. “why would you WANT to punch someone. that would hurt them and you only do that to bad people. i don’t think being positive is all that bad.”