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Aug 16, 2013 02:15PM
"figured" she whispers sitting up slowly and looks at him in with a look that said 'i knew you didn't care' she slowly got to her feet looking around then looks at the ground sighing "what just happened?.... do you know?" she asked him her head and body aching... "and why are you here i thought you'd be long gone by now" she says looking into his eyes... was that concern in his eyes? no it can't be!... could it?
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Cale was still frowning at her, but the look she gave him was almost enough to make him break into a smirk. Almost. He didn't, but as he watched the obvious display of distaste in her eyes, he couldn't help but feel as though he could. Standing from where she had fallen, he put his hands back in his pockets. His right was still bleeding from the small cut he'd given his finger on the blade of his knife, but he didn't bother to do anything about it. Cale didn't see what good it would do. Chances were he'd end up cutting it open again soon. "How the h*ll should I know?" He asked, fingers unable to resist running over the surface of the blade. "You're the one that fell. You explain why the Earth is so freaking happy to let you live." Under his breath, he muttered, "If it were up to me, you'd be dead." He didn't even bother addressing her second question. Cale didn't feel he had to.
"well thanks for the help" she says sarcastically and slowly stands and looks at him rolling her eyes at him but for she decided to jump at the small bit of concern in his eyes "aww you do care" she says smiling at him "that's why you came over here to see if i was okay" she smiles and continues "your so sweet" she says laughing a bit
Now Cale couldn't even contemplate smirking; he could barely even keep his frown up. All he wanted to do was make her stop laughing. Maybe stop her breathing while he was at it. "And you're obviously insane." Cale was seriously beginning to wonder if she was. Everything about her was off to him, every little movement annoying. Her laugh was annoying, her smile was annoying, even her voice was enough to drive him insane. Maybe that's why she was so crazy; after all, she had to live with herself. That couldn't have been good for her mental stability. Not wanting to stick around her anymore and screw his brain more than it already was, Cale turned and just started to walk away without so much as a word. He didn't know where he was going or why, but he didn't care. All he wanted was to be as far from her as possible. She could follow if she truly wanted to - or just to annoy him - but that didn't he was going to put up with it.
"well bye i guess" she says sighing and started to walk away, she knew she drove him crazy and figured that she had already drove him enough. the sad thing was, was that she wasn't trying to get on his nerves she walked away slightly confused. she had ten times as many questions than she had answered. all she wanted to do was find answers but that seemed impossible. now more than ever
l e n n o n {xoɟ ploɔ ǝuoʇs ɐ ǝɹ,noʎ} wrote: "((It's fine! I get it c:))"I would not expect you to," she replied with a curt nod, arms remaining stiffly folded. Zabby failed to contain a small smirk at his wink, one corner of her mouth tilti..."
Joss looked down at himself and mentally compared the skin on his stomach and arms to Zabby's pale complexion before he shrugged. He wasn't sure whether it had ever occurred to him to wonder if he was as tan as everyone else, or paler, or whatever. But he was definitely a dozen shades darker than Zabby. "I guess it's a side-effect of not living in Rossosh," he drawled with a grin. Personally, Joss could think of a whole slew of ways someone could get messy, but most of them would either end up with Zabby making good on her promise to push him over the railing or would no doubt cause her to find another way to attempt physical harm upon him. So instead he met her eyes and flashed her a grin that said everything he wasn't going to put into words. Then he really did think of a few things, which softened the smile to the corner of his mouth and he stood up, stretching his arms above his head languidly before they fell to his sides and he looked down at her. "I'll show you," he stated simply, challenge clear in his tone. It wasn't anything drastic, but the question was whether she trusted him enough to follow him without knowing that.
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Joss watched her zone out completely, something in her thoughts requiring all of her attention. And he let her think. He kept with his challenge for her to join him—and he hadn't much doubted she would; Zabby seemed to thrive off showing him up—but didn't snap her out of her own head. Honestly, he got it. It may not seem like it right-off Joss spent more of his time in his thoughts than he did talking to other people. And he hated it when someone interrupted him with something they deemed more important. So he said nothing until she joined him on her feet and waited expectantly. "Yeah," he said dryly, "that's what I'm going to do. You got me." With nothing more comforting than that to reassure her, Joss swung around and with his hands in his pockets started deeper down the boardwalk. After no more than a few steps, he looked over his shoulder and smirked. "You coming or not?"
((That's okay! I am by no means trying to interrupt your vacation :)))Joss looked her up and down as she hurried to join him on his walk down the boardwalk, catching her quiet comment from before he started away. He grinned to himself, completely unflustered by any of her attempted threats. He was sure he'd be fine. "Keep threatening me and you won't get to see what I have in mind. I know you're curious," he quipped in reply, careful to use nearly the same tone as before, just to push her buttons. Rather than being at all put off by Zabby's constant cool remarks, Joss enjoyed them. Probably not what she was going for, but it wasn't sending her in the other direction, either. He slowed just enough for her to catch up before he continued along in long, easy strides. It was only about a minute before they passed a touristy, face-painting station, and Joss veered off to stop in front of it. "First stop," he announced, making this up as he went even though there was no trace of that in his voice. "Take a seat."
((Haha, well then happy to help! Are French infomercials that much more ridiculous than regular infomercials?))"Ha," he scoffed. "You say that like you haven't obviously enjoyed every last second you've spent with me so far." Was the time they had spent together conventional? Not by any means. But Joss didn't doubt for a second that if Zabby wasn't getting some form of amusement from all this—note, the opposite of agitation—then she would have up and left. Probably without saying goodbye. But she hadn't. So he was doing something right. Joss crossed his arms, mimicking her when she refused to sit down. "Really? Stop number one and you're already backing down? This isn't even the messiest thing I could have chosen." And he had more to choose from. This was just the top of the list. And he was loving her reaction so far. "The chair won't bite. Sit."
He smiled sweetly down at her. "If I agree, will you sit down?" he asked. He had absolutely zero trouble agreeing that he was an ass. Fine with him. She was still the one appreciating his company. "It's not only for children aged two through twelve," he disagreed reasonably, still smiling to himself. "That's simply the recommended age." He didn't comment on how old she looked, because a) that could only end poorly and b) she didn't, in fact, look that young or a like a boy but he was not going to be the one to tell her that. Joss hooked his foot around the chair so he could pull it within arms' reach and shove it toward her. "It won't be a butterfly. You can get something tougher, sweetheart, like a dragon, or a tiger. And it won't just be on your cheek." He winked at her again. "It'll be your whole face. Sit."
"You heard the lady," he said brightly, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket and fishing some bills from inside to pass to lady working the booth, who didn't seem to know whether to be amused or confused by their exchange. She took the money warily as Joss grinned. "Fatal wound. Maybe on her temple? Lots of blood." He nodded before flipping his wallet deftly back into his pocket and looking back to Zabby. "See? She already has the money. It's a done deal. You're getting messy, and this is how it starts. Sit. Down." There was a clear challenge in his eyes this time as he regarded her. It wasn't intimidation, it was him making a point: this was the challenge. She could take it or leave it. "It's face paint, Zabby. Not Sharpie."
Joss lips twitched into what was very nearly a genuine smile at Zabby's reaction. Amusing was not what she was going for, he knew that, but that's how he was viewing it all and he couldn't help it. "You haven't even seen me start to play dirty yet," he informed her suggestively, his smirk never fading from his eyes. Unsurprisingly, she didn't give up on the challenge and instead fell across the chair in the most uncomfortable position it seemed she could find. Rather than telling her to sit up straight, the owner of the booth started gathering her paints without a word. Joss supposed she'd seen odder sights than the two of them. As the woman started in and Joss leaned his head forward just enough to catch the title of the novel Zabby pulled out of her bag, he pretended to casually study his fingernails. "I can add mud to the list," he said agreeably. "No problem."
Joss smiled slowly, lazily, as her eyes met his. "Definitely both," he nodded. His gaze swiveled from hers to the woman who was hard at work on her face, and he hid his amusement of the dark red wound that was starting to take shape across her temple. Until Zabby spoke again, and his blue eyes shifted back to hers. "I'm not really into books," he replied with a small shrug. "Never saw the point." He read for school, sure, and he's picked up one or two books for pleasure, but overall reading was not how he spent his free time. While he had plenty of verbal wit, words weren't a passion of his.
