That's gonna be a weird insurance claim.
dispatch: episode two / @responsiblealpha
"which is exactly why i told everyone that they'd better not touch me, please and thanks, if they like to remain as they are. which is, you know, conscious and awake and warm and alive. it wasn't a threat, it wasn't a joke. it was just a fact. the sky is blue, grass is green and i'm like rogue from the x-men except i don't absorb memories or powers: i absorb people's body heat."
for a moment, the elemental, wracks her brain and she would not be surprised if jeremy could hear the gears in her head turn and turn and turn some more. "the guy i knocked on his ass - i believe his name is reese. williams. unsure if he's related to my beloved friend, layla, though."
he's not dead, so that's a yay, but he's going to be out of commission for a little bit.
well, maybe longer than a little bit.
"he tried to brush some of my hair out of my face. told me he wasn't afraid of getting a bit nippy. said he'd warm me up. i tried to duck away. dodge his hand. but he brushed against my skin anyway. one touch is all it takes. literally."
and speaking of which: "morgan walsh and noah stillwell dragged him away." to the infirmary, she thinks. or whatever passes as one around these parts.
"please, sir. talk to your people," is what the younger of the two says. "i don't want anyone else to get hurt. and for what it's worth, i'm sorry. i hadn't expected him to go through with it after i told him to knock it off - i'm pretty quick on the draw when it comes to these things, but still... reese caught me by surprise."