Don't You Worry About my Strength

“That’s true. What are you doing in the library? You don’t seem like the studying type.”

“I wouldn’t call myself the studying type either but eventually it had to happen.”

Good to know. 

Oh my god. 

“No, this seat isn’t taken, but there’s also hundreds of others that aren’t. Any reason you feel the need to sit next to me?”

“You smell better than the other options.”

Do you want me to be?

I don’t mind it. 

Anyone that has ever spoken to me or to my brother?

Are you flirting with me?

I was asking about things you didn’t know, thats already a well established fact. 

Established by who?

“See, you say that now, but do you have premonition abilities?  Do you know for sure?”

“What normal human could actually hurt me?”

“That sounds noble and all, but you’re just as likely to get yourself or someone else killed.”

“No is going to die.”

Well is there anything you would like to know for certain?

You’re an asshole. 

“You’re serious about this?”

“I want to do something good.”

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I was kidding mostly.

“You’ve probably broken the record for most bones broken in one person. Uhm–no. I hope not, at least.”

“Is that a record? If I’m not there yet, I’m probably not far off. Good it was getting crowded. Not that it wasn’t lovely having you.”

“And how do you reckon we do that?”

“We gotta find a way to sneak out first.”

You know if you take a picture it’ll last longer.

That probably true, you don’t seem like you last very long.