#thoughtused

He’s been delivering mail to her doorstep for awhile now, and is no longer a stranger to the seemingly random occurrences that take place at her residence. She’s a nice woman, so he feels no real need to delve into her business   ---   Chris doesn’t want to be rude.

With her mail clutched in his left hand, he knocks upon Nadine’s door with his right, waiting patiently for her to appear in the doorway.

‘ THE WAITRESS SHTICK   ______  ’   he  glances  down  at  the  coffee  he’s  been  served  ,  jaded  gaze  lifts  again  to  hers.  ‘  it’s  cute.  ’  he  passes  an  utterly  insincere smile.  ‘  but  the  coffee  is  weak .... and  i  KNOW  you  know  what  i’m  talking  about.  ’   insisted  through  a  wound  jaw.  

          their power thrummed within them like its own set of veins, a second heartbeat in time with their own. it made them antsy as they walked, flexing and unflexing their fingers. they hadn’t been allowed to use their powers while the investigation was on after they allegedly “lost control” and attacked one of the guards. in their defense, they were just doing what they had been told. what they had always been told. tests are not to be interrupted. but now they were free, and the blood called to them, whispering, waiting to be invited in. and when a group of drunkards decided that the scrappy looking kid with baggy clothes would be a good mark, they only smiled at the chance of a fight.

          they stumbled into the diner, underestimating just how light the door was. it was completely empty, which was a very good thing considering the entire front of their shirt and hoodie were soaked through with slowly drying blood. they did go gently on the drunkards though, the fight would have been over too fast if they didn’t. they shoved their hands in their pockets and strolled up to the counter, trying to mimic people they had seen walking along the street. taking a seat silently, they slowly removed the wad of money from inside their hoodie and added some of the notes they had nabbed during the fight. it wasn’t much, but they guessed that it would be helpful to collect more with the importance the suited men had placed on them making sure the money stretched out for as long as possible.

           lukas diverts their gaze from her, hair swishing to cover their face. a short chuckle escapes their lips, sounding closer to a sharp exhale more than any kind of laugh. they’re not completely sure why nadine’s bluntness has flustered them so badly, it wasn’t as though she was private with her feelings. maybe it was just the fact it was this kind of feelings.

eyes narrow ever so slightly at the words, though his trademark calm and chilled out demeanor remains. an annoyed huff of air comes from his nose, stepping forward as he takes sunglasses off to actually meet eyes with her. “neither do you.” words are serious, a feeling of ominousness behind his words. “you're not from around here, clearly, you don’t know what you're dealing with.” both within himself and the town in general, there were certain things to be taken seriously in barren falls. the parade was one of them. “you don’t want to be out here. you will not survive it.” words are hushed, but there’s a certain intensity that comes through despite the lack of volume.