#experincingtheworld

"What? Me? I didn't do anything. This - this is just tea. What are... you talking about?" Barry stared at Emma in confusion. Admittedly, he had only heard the second half of what she said. That's what he gets for eavesdropping in a conversation.

"Out?" She whispered, her voice barely more than a hush in the quiet room. The blanket slid from her shoulders as she sat up, pooling at her waist and revealing the soft cotton nightgown she wore, the only one she could bear against her sensitive skin. It hung loosely on her, worn but cherished, the fabric faded from love and countless washes, its hem brushing gently against her ankles as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed.

“OW! Shell that hurts!” He exclaimed, clutching one of his nunchucks in his other hand. He wasn’t sure where his other pair went. He’ll have to find it after he takes care of this. He didn’t see where the girl went, but she wasn’t in front of him anymore. He’d just wanted to make it back to his alcove after a long peaceful (aka boring) night of patrol and wrapping things up at the shop. He scanned the area, keeping his guard up. “Where did you go?” He questioned out loud, hoping to spook the girl out of hiding while he listened intently for any noise.

“I’ve got a few. Do you have any kind of… taste preferences?” She asked, unsure of how else to put it. She didn't want to outright ask if he was a supernatural being that preferred a cup of blood or some other weird questionable thing they have in the back. If he answers in some human way, it still helps her point towards a good drink so it worked.

@experincingtheworld​

“It is? I thought I was doing it right. I read about how to properly flirt and they wrote a lot about ice breakers.” He has learned that sometimes his books didn’t give him a true representation of the real world. Clyde had been his guide in that department. Teaching him the more intricate nature of the human experience. “How would you flirt?”