Got Nothin' On Me

A proud but tiny chuckle came with her comment. The only him around. He liked the sound of that coming from her. There are some others that could say that and mean wrong about it.       illuminated eyes flashed between her and the tent when she looked at it. A little hum coming from him before he softly mentioned, “Is temporary…” He’s watching from the corner of his eye so when she looked back to him he glanced to her. The serious expression made it hard for him to keep his gaze but he tried his hardest. As the question was given in form of what he assumed was an offer, he made quick glance around as though someone was listening. Because it was to good to be true and the nature of being mutant and living on the streets wasn’t as simple as a lot would think. Theres a share of them but none that flock together and it certainly makes you the odd man out even in this limited environment. He’s muttering low to himself before he can manage words for her, “I-I…I’d say yes, miss.”

The way he glanced around was familiar, the mild fear that came with the chance of drawing unwanted attention all too common to her. It only served to confirm her suspicions, along with the unusual flicker of light that came with the shift of his gaze.

This was for real? He’s being taken this moment to this- this school? She’s taken his hand and pulling him up, and thats when the reality of it really sets in. He is sort of scrambling to his feet and shooting a glance back to the tent again, “Y,yeah?”     For a second he’s about to start walking away with her but he remembers his bike. Its a lot to register in one go and he missed the one thing of value he owns. Cable carefully pulls hand away to gather his few loose items into the saddle bags on the bike. Flashy eyes looked over to her with hesitant questioning as he kicked up the stand and pushed it forward with them, “This is ok, yeah?” He had a place to hide it if needed, but he’d rather take it with him. He looks at her groceries with a nod, “I can carry tha’ on m’ bike if ya like?” 

₢ Once she’s done preparing the steak and other ingredients, she’s placing the steak on the pan. She can feel his eyes on her, on what she’s doing, but she does nothing to look or pay any mind. She has to focus on cooking so that she doesn’t burn herself or the food. Something about safety, right? “How old are you….Cable?” It was quiet. Not that she minded, but she wasn’t sure how he did with PURE silence for a long period of time. Never mind that all there was during those long hours were silence, and the ticking of the clock. 

Eyes lift from the food she’s working with to look at her when the question is presented, “ M’ 26 n’ a half,” Now he wanted to know her age, but he chewed quietly in thought before carrying on, “I’s told I shou’dn’t ask ladies their age...”

≈ He’s thinking of more ideas. A small smile is shown when Cable says he always made sure he had enough gas. “Look, I’m not just here because someone called me to ‘get rid of a pest’.” He had to fight the urge to roll his eyes at that, “My job is to help anybody and everybody, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do, okay?” He looks at the bike and he’s pulling out his phone to dial someone. Probably one of the other guys, “Here’s what I have in mind. I won’t be taking no as an answer because…you know,” he gestures at Cable’s whole everything. “I’m calling a pal of mine, ‘kay? He’s going to take care of your bike. Give it gas, park it at a suitable area and I’m taking you home. I’m supposed to be off anyway and that’s where I’m heading. That way, you won’t have to worry about people calling in the popos.” He really did use the word popo.

He is hugging his helmet to his stomach when he stops to listen to the officers offer... Was that what it is? It’s more like he is telling him but Cables still got that hesitant stare. Like he is compelled and wants to decline but knows, no matter the choice he makes, the other will insist. Being called a ‘pest’, even if it was just quoting, didn't make him curl into himself as much as the kind offer of being taken in for a day or night.      The pups quiet, lips twitched to find words and he is looking out to the street as if a truck will roll by with the right thing to say splattered in its mud-flaps, “...You... Ya don’t gotta,” He whispers weakly to himself and then glances to the officer, “... But ya mean it?” Fidgety hands played with the helmets straps. He really didn’t want to be a burden or to encroach on the others home. Though, someplace other than the blankets and sleeping mat he had did sound nice.

I love those otps that are like

His smile brought one of her own. Even through the visible wear of living on the streets, he had handsome features and a kind of sweetness to him. It was refreshing, really, compared to the bitterness she was so often surrounded by. “Nah, his last name’s Summers, and his real name is Nate, but everyone knows him as Cable. You’re the only you around, ” she giggled before looking at the little tent. 

A proud but tiny chuckle came with her comment. The only him around. He liked the sound of that coming from her. There are some others that could say that and mean wrong about it.       illuminated eyes flashed between her and the tent when she looked at it. A little hum coming from him before he softly mentioned, “Is temporary...” He’s watching from the corner of his eye so when she looked back to him he glanced to her. The serious expression made it hard for him to keep his gaze but he tried his hardest. As the question was given in form of what he assumed was an offer, he made quick glance around as though someone was listening. Because it was to good to be true and the nature of being mutant and living on the streets wasn’t as simple as a lot would think. Theres a share of them but none that flock together and it certainly makes you the odd man out even in this limited environment. He’s muttering low to himself before he can manage words for her, “I-I...I’d say yes, miss.”

₢ Rayne stands from her seat and she’s making her way into the kitchen, but stops midway and looks at him, “You can come follow me, if you want.” She can’t have him sit there for ANOTHER 10 hours, obviously. That wouldn’t be the best hosting. Now that she has another person, she knows she’ll have to learn to do these things. Baby steps. She’ll take baby steps. 

Told he could fallow, he does. Tiny, quiet steps trailed after her and for once he doesn’t just stand in a doorway, but moves to take a seat on a stool and watch from the other side of the counter top. His stomachs got a little growl but its uncertain if its a pavlovian response or actual hunger from him.

≈ “I’m not going to bite you, you know…?” In a way, he kind of reminds him of Humble. It was funny, but Humble did that too, where he didn’t look people in the eye when talking. Rick was a HUGE ‘look people in the eye when you talk’ person, but he understood that not everybody was comfortable doing so. Neon hues watches him carefully.

The only answer he could give at first was a small nod. But he reminded himself that he needed to use his words, “I know, officer.” He will still have difficulty directly addressing authority no matter how hard he tried though. Even with common folk it proves to be a hassle. 

She hesitated to take his hand for only a moment. It wasn’t him, no, it was her. While the cloaking device his her appearance, touch would give her away if she didn’t put in effort on her end. However, she didn’t have the time or focus to shift her form as she’d just learned to and had to settle for the chance of him noticing the variation between flesh and metal that came with placing her hand in his. 

He’s shaken some strange hands in the past. Some drawn on. Some missing fingers. Others with plastic hands or hooks. Nothing that makes him take a second glance at their hold however. The look lingers for a second as he tries to gauge exactly what is going on. Then she added words to the physical interaction that balanced the obscurity out in a way. Though, he didn’t quite understand, something in him was telling him they were obscure in a familiar way.        “...Maybe ‘es a future me?” He mutters jokingly with a soft grin, “’is last name Bridges?” It was a funny thought to him and the possibility of it stayed in the idea that it could only happen in movies. Of which he’s only seen maybe two in his time. But he has seen stranger things. Being asked if he had a place to stay, not one of the stranger things. Actually pretty common.      The hand used for shaking moved with a turn of his body to point around his bike and at a tent that peeked out of some bushes. 

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Don’t touch anything.

Cess was so accustomed to being something out of the ordinary herself, someone who drew the eye in even in passing, that her own eye was just a little sharper. The strange craved the strange, it took one to know one. A million sayings could sum it up but no words were needed to draw her in closer to the young man pattering away at his makeshift drums. Shopping bags hung along her arms, the straps pooling at her wrists and overlapping the cloaking device giving her a temporary reprieve of normality. Even if she was getting better at controlling her appearance, she wasn’t close to managing a full day out on her own yet. 

At first, he was prepared with another soft thank you, and then, the words were caught and his eyes lifted when she got into his low range of vision. The tune he pattered slowed to a stop. It’s rare for anyone to actually come near past dropping some change with occasionally a few words and scuttling away again. To actually come down to his seated level and introduce themselves with a followed complement was, well, an endangered species. 

≈ He doesn’t say anything but it seems he knows just by how the other was looking. Eyes looks over at the owner as well, but just briefly before turning his attention back at the man. He’s taking off the sunglasses, something he should’ve done when he got out of his car, actually. He forgot, sue him.

The scrappy guy sniffles a little, not from the cold or emotion, but from a small itch of a smell caught in the distance. Even with the sunglasses gone he can only manage tiny glances to show he is trying to be polite. He heard that someplace right? That you should look someone in the eyes when talking to them? Easier said than done.

≈ This must be the guy. Really, if he was trying to act natural, innocent, or something then he was doing a horrible job at it. Rick can see RIGHT through him–and smell him too. He sniffs a bit, not because of the smell but because it is actually pretty chilly out (not that the cold bothers him anyway), and the cold air is runnin’ up his nose. 

Yes, but he doesn’t say it, though its in his expression as his eyes lower from the officer. They glance across the street to a storefront where a owner is watching them interact like a hawk. Yup, he surely does know why the uniform is here.