#speakergame

it doesn't hit him until he's on his way home. the november chill is slowly cutting through his sweater. the trees greet him as he passes by, shrouded in darkness but still so stunningly green, green like.....like..

images of short green hair fill his mind but he tries his best to cover them up. this has been happening a lot, hasn't it? he'd be walking home, exhausted from yet another day of research, tired but contently stuffed by whatever pastry azalea brought that day and loads and loads of coffee, he'd see something that he'd probably seen a thousand times before and his mind would find some way to connect it to her - josephine.

pale skin, green hair, black eyes - endlessly deep..

that happens a lot too. he'd be reading something, concentrating, thinking, talking about whatever theory he had and if by any chance their eyes met his mind would go blank. it's always like that - green meets obsidian and time suddenly stops, he can feel the pressure in the room, the air changes and he never knows what he'll get from her. he thinks she can feel it too, by the way she seems unable to look away ,he doesn’t know what to make of it all...

the eye contact, intense challenging, sitting together shoulders close, hands almost touching, he can feel his heart pound and 

 and then she averts her eyes , it’s so fast he's suprised she doesn't topple over.

jaw clutched, body tense, eyes looking everywhere and anywhere besides him.. and he feels himself come back and it's suddenly hard to be in the same room

and then sometimes, sometimes when they're looking at each other again he sees a small ghost of a smile, barely there but delightfully soft and something in his chest warms and spreads through his entire body.

just like he can't stop looking, he can't stop touching - wanting to touch ( after all the pleasantries were exchanged, he remembers, petite gentle hands, cold so cold like early winter and yet he finds himself unwilling to let go, he wants to warm them, he wants-)

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she doesn't trust him. he sticks his key in the front door. she doesn't trust him.

to be fair - josephine doesn't seem like she trusts anybody. he sees what she's like with azalea too, it's not him..

she has her sister and her dog and that's it and something tells him she'll never let anything pierce through that bubble. he can understand the paranoia - in a way. eyes always open, always searching every corner, body alert, making sure she walks in front of her sister shielding her from every angle, refusing his coffee. he brings her one every day, even though he knows she won't take it - that's something he does now too apparently..

he can feel his sigh in his entire body. it doesn't sting. it doesn't.

( ,,just trust me"

,,i do"

she's staring now, wide-eyed, he raises his eyebrows too. does he really mean it? i suppose, yes, but he's still suprised. he doesn't have the time to gauge her reaction before beckett starts strutting towards them.)

these kind of attachments are dangerous. he can't have them. not with josephine.

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this is it. he's not sure if he's simply grasping at straws here or if he actually found a connection, something..

he opens his mouth to speak but nothing really comes out as he's yet again pulled in a trance, but a different kind..

As a child, Justice was a huge Studio Ghibli fan. Obviously, her favorite movie from the collection was Kiki’s Delivery Service. I mean, a coming of age story about a young witch and her trusty cat? Relatable. Her favorite character was clearly Jiji, whose name also began with a J, and the rest was history. She’s gone by Jiji since.

She had a crush on Li as kids.

Liam, Dream, and Jiji created a terrifying triad of trouble making that has left emotional scars on plenty of public school teachers. 

She has always been really into sports. When she was a preteen, she was involved in gymnastics. Later on in her adolescence, though, she diverted from that into track and field, and dancing. 

She still goes for runs, but they’re in the evenings. No one knows how she woke up early throughout her high school career for track, but that discipline died once she graduated. Getting her out of bed before noon is a struggle; if she can sleep in, she will. 

Due to the volatility that comes with the job, Jiji has also gotten into kick boxing and self defense.

Is the type of person to sing along to the music during long car rides. 

Speaking of music, pop, rock, and indie are probs her fave genres. 

Not a huge fan of reading (too short of an attention span), but loves comics and manga. Especially ones with a found family trope and adventures (wink wink).

Amusement parks, escape rooms, clubs, etc; she loves going to places that have a lot of energy to them. It’s not that she minds the quiet or calm, but she’s used to stuff being more fast paced.

Has a bunch of piercings in her ears, but that’s it (at least for now).

Likes to add accessories to her colorful and diverse wardrobe; rings, bracelets, watches, belt, necklaces, etc. 

Highest stats are probs finesse then charm. 

Excellent poker face.