[She has no time to be surprised by the appearance or even smile because there's the sting - she hisses and covers up her mark with one hand, her eyes narrowing.]
Okay, okay, so sending a text was a horrible idea, but you don't have to set me on fire for it.
The afternoon's shaping up to be like any other when the storm hits. Despite the raging rain, inside the air seems to go almost death-flat. Impossible not to register when it's a stillness Alan knows intrinsically. He looks up. Shock and disbelief in a single syllable that lays him too open to interpretation. ]
Nick.
[ Two months ahead of schedule--the fact comes spiraling to him mindlessly. Which means - ]
[ If this were someone else, Alan would weigh his bad leg a little, let them factor it in, limp away from the counter with an awkward smile. But Nick's seen him pull that trick before. Still--the storm outside is too familiar, and Alan needs to know, right now, what he's dealing with. He moves forward, steadily, pulling close. ]
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Well - that makes her feel strange. Disquieted, anxious, happy, a hint of whatever Nick feels, maybe (but she might be imagining it.).
She gives this another try.]
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No, instead he's just going to...appear. Behind her. Dripping on her floor--he's not sorry, but I am, poor Mae--and looming like a gargoyle.
Her collarbone? Is going to feel like fire for a few seconds, while he confirms that what the everloving fuck she's wearing his mark. ]
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Okay, okay, so sending a text was a horrible idea, but you don't have to set me on fire for it.
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The afternoon's shaping up to be like any other when the storm hits. Despite the raging rain, inside the air seems to go almost death-flat. Impossible not to register when it's a stillness Alan knows intrinsically. He looks up. Shock and disbelief in a single syllable that lays him too open to interpretation. ]
Nick.
[ Two months ahead of schedule--the fact comes spiraling to him mindlessly. Which means - ]
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[ His voice is just toned enough to provide that that is, indeed, a question. The books rattle with his impatience. ]
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[ If this were someone else, Alan would weigh his bad leg a little, let them factor it in, limp away from the counter with an awkward smile. But Nick's seen him pull that trick before. Still--the storm outside is too familiar, and Alan needs to know, right now, what he's dealing with. He moves forward, steadily, pulling close. ]
How long have you been looking?
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Twenty minutes. I keep getting ridiculous text messages.
[ Alan's words do have an effect, though, because the rain stops rattling so much and the wind's howl turns into a dull shout. ]
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nick! my very good and psychotic friend. did you just get here? are you lost? also i hope that sudden storm is not your fault.
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I hate text messages. Why are here?
[ The most matter-of-fact ever. Hello Jamie! How are you, Jamie? Good? Oh, wonderful. ]
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Welcome to the City, newcomer.
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Which city?
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'City' is its name.
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Nigel?
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Thankfully, no. Best two out of three?
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Hello.
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