Raging Compassion

He actually looks at her now, a bit thrown off by how brazen she is about the whole thing.

“I can hear things most other people can’t.”

It isn’t exactly a lie. Best to not show off his powers in case it came down to a fight.

Should he be worried about getting too chummy with a(n attempted) criminal? Probably. But whatever. He's bored, and she's interesting and non-violent.

He’d had the feeling that someone was up to something. He hadn’t expected making bait of himself to work this well, but there someone was, noiselessly getting close to him from behind.

Not even looking up from his phone, he waited until he was certain they were near his opened backpack before he spoke.

“Only tools in there. I guess you could make some money if you pawn them, but I don’t think it’d be worth the effort.”

Suddenly being spoken to, Blackfire just froze in position for a moment, as if to make really sure that he was speaking to her and not into his phone or something.

"I can hear things most other people can't."

“Don’t I though?” He eases back down to the couch with a muttered ‘fuck.’

@morningxnoonxnight

He smiles back, poking gently at her cheeks.

Cyrus nearly jumps. He’d known there was a person behind him, and he was expecting some kind of question because he could feel the curiosity radiating from them.

He was not expecting them to look the way they did. They looked like what you’d get when death got its heat shut off whilst in the process of warming over.

He’s caught up looking at them for a bit, forcing down the urge to mother hen them- he had a kid he sometimes looked after already, and also he was in the middle of a job.

He turns back to the building across the street that he’s scoping out, putting his binoculars back up to his face.

“I’m waiting for an opportunity.”

Under his inspection Ariel shifts from side to side warily, not sure what he was looking at. Admittedly she was dressed for much colder weather than she knew was going on. 

She had previously been waiting for an opportunity of her own. Shivering in place as she did caricatures for people. 

But eventually the group had moved on and she packed away her things, becoming curious about the man with the binoculars.

She does not want to say that that sounds ominous. But it does to her.

“G-Good luck then.”

Mystery Kid is still here. He was probably broadcasting his urge to protect them- they’re in so many layers and still shivering and it’s not even that cold are they anemic?- but he never really figurd out how to turn it off. Maybe he couldn’t.

He pulls off his hoodie and as much as he just wanted to cocoon them in it, he just wordlessly hands it to them.

“I want it back when I’m done here.”

Not even looking up from his phone, he waited until he was certain they were near his opened backpack before he spoke.

He was not expecting them to look the way they did. They looked like what you'd get when death got its heat shut off whilst in the process of warming over.

He's caught up looking at them for a bit, forcing down the urge to mother hen them- he had a kid he sometimes looked after already, and also he was in the middle of a job.

He turns back to the building across the street that he's scoping out, putting his binoculars back up to his face.

“It’s midnight, where the hell were you?!”

“Stop keeping your phone in silent, you got me worried!”

“Blood? Are you bleeding?”

“I don’t like the idea of you walking down the streets all alone.”

“I thought I would never see you again…”

“We should get you to hospital.”

“Where did all those bruises came from?”

“I have the right to be worried!”

“Have you been drinking? You look terrible.”

“Sleep at my place tonight.”

“I don’t feel safe letting you be alone when you’re in that shape.”

“Please talk to me about it.”

“Let me take care of you.”

“You need to rest now. Don’t move.”

“How many times have I told you to not go there?”

“You could’ve died, you know…”

“I don’t care if you don’t want my help, I’ll do it anyways.”

“You really need to stop drinking. I’m serious.”

“This time you got yourself into a hospital. I think that’s a sign.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“You need to stop doing stupid shit like that or you will get yourself killed.”

“I’m your friend, of course I care!”

“You know I’m always here for you, right?”

“You’re not okay.”

“I’m just trying to help you.”

“Let me clean your wounds…”

(some are jokey, some can be insults, some for tall people, some for small people)

“I’m so glad you’re tall, you know?”

“My feet are so small I can get my shoes cheap from the kids’ section so who’s the real winner?”

“You’re tall, can you reach that for me please?”

“Can you not put the chocolate on the top shelf? You know I can’t reach”

“You’re the perfect height for an arm rest”

“How tall are you anyway?”

“Us short people can hide in places you couldn’t think of”

“Once I got drunk and told somebody I was 5′12"

“I bought you a stepstool so you can reach the kitchen cupboards”

“You’re too small/tall”

“You’re in another level of the atmosphere up there”

“You’re so close to the average height of a primary school child”

“If anyone laughs at your height I’ll end them”

“I’ve always been the tallest/smallest of my friends”

“You can’t deny you’re small/tall at (height)”

“I don’t think I’ve grown since I was 12″