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Post by Cyrille Lécuyer on Oct 3, 2014 10:50:12 GMT -5
Yes, the park. Cyrille had visited the park.
Why was Cyrille in the park? To be honest, the boy wasn't quite sure. Had he ever even been to a park before? He couldn't quite recall. If he had, it had been a long time ago. There used to be a park near where Cyrille had grown up, but by the time he turned eight it had been simply turned into an empty lot, completely devoid of any greenery. After a few years, they had begun to build something there. Of course, Cyrille moved before that building was ever completed.
No point in thinking about that, though. All of that had happened so long ago. Cyrille simply pushed the thoughts out of his mind. Absentmindedly, he fiddled with the braid in his hair. He did that quite a lot. A single braid that was normally impossible to see had been tied in his hair for many years now. But the reason for it being there was not important either.
The park in Death City was a pleasant place. It was quiet. Or at the very least it was quiet now. Made sense. It was quite early in the morning. Normally Cyrille would have been practicing combat skills at this time, but he was awfully sore today for some odd reason. Specifically, the shoulder he had injured four years ago hurt like hell. Perhaps he had accidently slept on it or something.
Cyrille sat on a bench, doing not much more than observing the area around him. Again, it was quiet. There were not many people around. None close enough to bother Cyrille. He was progressively getting better at dealing with things like that. Despite his gynophobia, he would generally not be too scared of any women, provided they kept their distance. He was just put a bit on edge by them. Okay, a lot on edge, but still...
The area before him was well kept, despite being a public place. No litter or the like. That was good. Cyrille absolutely hated anyone who thought themselves so important that it was fine for them to destroy the surroundings of others. But, that was nothing to vent about right now.
Standing up, Cyrille let out a soft sigh. <"I've stayed here for long enough. Best get going..."> The boy muttered to himself, but the words were not in English. French, rather. It was so much easier to speak in French than it was English. English had soooo many damn rules that made no sense to Cyrille. It was fortunate he had even figured out how to speak it well enough to hold a conversation.
Rolling his shoulder to try and get rid of some of the soreness, Cyrille turned to head back to the school.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2014 16:08:40 GMT -5
Let's get a dog, they had said. Dogs are great, they said. And Kate had believed the whole afternoon that they had owned the golden retriever. But she had forgotten that she lived with a pair of very large three year olds, and she should have known that they wouldn't do anything to take care of the dog at all. Which means its care was left to her, and unfortunately for her the shelter-named Shadow liked to wake up early. She wasn't a terribly late sleeper herself, but she liked to wake up naturally. Not with a dog's nose in her face, practically begging for a walk.
Matt had said that this breed of dog needed a lot of exercise, even if it was old. But the male wasn't willing to wake up early and walk the dog, nor was Zoe. Which means that Kate was left to sleepily stumble through the house and find the leash to walk her energetic new companion to the park.
She knew the park well, though she didn't visit often. Occasionally, the family of three had lunch there together. Now with the newest addition, Kate had a feeling she'd be seeing much more of this place. Very up close and personal, too, since the old dog seemed to think he could drag her around. She liked to pride herself in her strength, though maybe because she wasn't working out as often anymore she was easily pulled around by the fluffy yellow creature.
She did try to resist, digging her heels into the grass and pulling with all her might against the leash. It only ended with her falling over, though, and she glared at the happy looking canine. "I am the master," she loudly declared, grabbing his head and looking him in the eye. He put up no fuss, other than to stick his tongue out and breathe heavily in her face. She didn't wince, or look away. "I am not to be pulled around like this. You listen to me, you hear?"
Shadow barked once, licking her cheek before twirling around and racing off after a squirrel. She gaped openly, wondering why Matt thought dogs were intelligent, before making a show of rubbing the saliva from her face and getting to her feet. "Come back here, demon!" she growled, chasing after the freed creature.
Something new must have caught his attention, because for just a moment he stood stark still. Then he started to trot over to a person that Kate hadn't noticed before, and she found herself stilling as well. A little ways away stood an odd looking person, a man she assumed though his hair was a bit strange and off-putting. Shadow wasn't turned off by it, probably because dogs are color blind, and sat right by the standing figure, panting and looking up with gentle eyes--almost like he knew something Kate didn't.
That was a silly thought. Dogs were stupid, after all.
Kate huffed. "Dog!" she barked, making a move to start her march toward the other person and reclaim the pet.
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Post by Cyrille Lécuyer on Oct 19, 2014 17:32:36 GMT -5
What Cyrille thought was going to be a quiet morning was actually shaping up to be an eventful one. Cyrille liked when not much happened throughout the day. He was fond of routine. Routine drove most people mad, but not him. No, he did not like surprises. He did not like things going even slightly differently than how they normally did. The fact he was going to the park this morning instead of the dojo was already enough of a deviation from the routine for Cyrille.
But was even more odd was how a dog had suddenly ran up to him, sat down, and looked up at him.
Cyrille turned his head to stare back at the dog. He murmured a soft ”Quoi?” as he wondered why the dog had stopped there. Was there something wrong with him? Why had the animal decided Cyrille was so interesting that he needed to be gawked at in such a manner?
Furthermore, what was the dog doing here in the first place. It didn’t look like a stray. No, it’s coat was far too kept for it to be a stray and it was also far too well fed. It looked older too, meaning it probably wouldn’t even be living right about now if it was a stray. No, definitely not a stray. Perhaps it had just gotten away from someone. Or perhaps a horrible someone was abandoning the poor thing. Cyrille hoped it was the former. <”What are you doing here?”> He asked the creature.
And then, Cyrille came to the realization that dogs could not, in fact, speak French. He sighed softly to himself, realizing he must look like a fool. Cyrille never had particularly cared for what other people thought of him. That was obvious. If he did care he would have let the pink in his hair fade out. But he couldn’t do that. That’d be a crime, and would surely have made Ophelie angry.
Speaking of Ophelie, she had wanted a dog, no? When she was much younger. Cyrille believed that was because he never really played with her or anything like that. In the end they had never gotten a dog, anyway. It was pointless to recall such things. Ophelie had wanted many pets in her lifetime. A dog, a cat, a gecko, or even a snake. None of those things had become a reality.
Cyrille slowly knelt down to check if the dog had tags or anything. But as he was lowering himself, he heard a voice. Someone yelling “dog!”. Ah. The mutt must have been theirs, then. Cyrille hadn’t heard the voice clearly because of how it was barked out, but he was certain that’s what they had said. He stood up straight again, then turned his head to see someone marching towards him.
A girl around his age.
Cyrille didn’t note much about the girl other than her gender. Gah, this wasn’t good. He had prepared himself decently for encounters with females today. That being said, he still did not fancy actually having to talk to one. Nope, he’d rather she just go away. Cyrille was growing pale. He had tensed up and frozen, too.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2014 20:31:16 GMT -5
The dog looked pleased that the man was paying attention to him. As words were spoken, the yellow tail began to wag happily. An odd little sound rolled up from the creature's throat, and it looked at the male expectantly. Though, just as he was finally crouching down to do just as the dog wanted, he stopped and turned his attention elsewhere. The dog whined, nudging the man's leg with his nose.
Now that she was getting closer, it was easier to tell how tall the other person was. That was a little irritating, she thought with a tiny pout. It wasn't his fault that he was so tall, so she couldn't blame him for it or anything. But it still put her in a huffy mood. She didn't like being looked down on, on purpose or no. In an attempt to make herself seem taller, she kept her chin up. She had her mouth open, to make a comment about the dog who was barely paying her any attention at all (and Matt said they would be forever friends, that liar) but she quickly closed it when she noticed how tense the other was. Frankly, he didn't look well either. So she avoided getting too close to him, because tense people often lashed out and Zoe usually got mad whenever she got into fights. She did duck down to pick up the leash beside her dog, then stepped back again.
She wondered if this person was afraid of dogs. That was a surprisingly common fear, she had found. Strange, beind so afraid of such a creature. She was pretty sure this retriever had never hurt anything in it's life, but he was still a fairly large dog. "He doesn't bite," she stated, bluntly. She kept a rather blank stare on her face, unsure of how to comfort a grown man. She looked down at Shadow, who finally decided she was worth his attention. He took a few steps and sat down on her foot, nuzzling her leg. She rolled her eyes and reached down to pat his head. "He's actually way too nice...I thought they wanted a guard dog..." she grumbled. Though, she supposed a Meister and Weapon had no need for guard dogs. They're not really in need of companionship either, since they have each other and her. So why did they even get a dog? Most couples got a puppy, so they could at least raise it together. She didn't understand the adoption of an old dog.
She shrugged, placing a hand on her hip and shifting her weight to one leg. "Did he bother you?" From her experience here in America, most people found a dog running up to them to be the exact opposite of a bother. Unless they were afraid of them, anyway. So it was safe to check to make sure. If he was too traumatized, Zoe would feel guilty and make him food or something. (Not that her food was any comfort; the girl couldn't cook to save her life.)
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Post by Cyrille Lécuyer on Oct 19, 2014 21:17:55 GMT -5
Unfortunately for Cyrille, the girl did not seem to pick up on any of his subtle gestures. Not enough to infer she was the problem, at the very least. She just continued to walk forward. Cyrille couldn’t really do anything. Best case scenario, he could book it and run away before she got too much closer. But his legs had cramped up. No running.
Next best option was the girl took her dog and left without saying a word. Yes, Cyrille was clearly not feeling well. He was clearly scared! Surely this girl would pick up on that, and keep her mouth shut as she retrieved the mutt.
Alas, nope. After the girl had obtained the dog’s leash and took a step or two back, she proceeded to speak up. “He doesn’t bite.”? Gah... Did the girl think Cyrille was afraid of the dog? The dog?! Seriously?! The misunderstanding would have been laughable if Cyrille wasn’t currently so very terrified. Cyrille hadn’t look scared in the slightest until the girl had approached. Surely she had noted that. Or she was just a complete idiot. Regardless, Cyrille said nothing and simply remained in his tense and pale state.
The girl then went on to grumble something to herself. Cyrille didn’t quite understand the meaning being her words. Who was “they”? Gah, Cyrille hadn’t the faintest idea. The girl was clearly the talkative sort.
Cyrille now noted other things about her. Dark skin and hair. She was probably not from Death City. So, she must have attended Shibusen. Cyrille did not recall seeing her before, so she was either new or a NOT student. Or possibly a weapon as he did not really carefully study what the other students looked like and would only have one or two classes with her in that case.
Despite him still not saying anything, the girl went on to ask Cyrille a question. Yes, definitely the talkative sort. Most would have left by now. Cyrille was an off-putting person. Everything about him. His stature could be described as scary, as he was tall and muscular. His hair and clothing choices were odd, even for a French person. The fact he freaked out when he laid eyes on half the population was particularly off putting.
The girl had asked him if the dog had bothered him. Gah. Not bright. Cyrille was being forced to talk to a girl who was not bright! Oh joy. This was not good. Cyrille brought in a deep breath to clear his nerves. He’d focus on talking smoothly so she went away quicker. And actually in English.
”No, that’s not...” Cyrille voice suddenly trailed off as he felt his eyes shift away from the girl and towards the ground. He grit his teeth together. Why was this so hard? ”...it’s not the dog. I’m just... I mean, I was not expecting company.”
Best not admit to being afraid of girls right away. Cyrille did not fancy being called a misandrist this early in the morning.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2014 21:57:46 GMT -5
Kate had never met such a timid man before. She didn't like associating with men often, besides her own father and Matthew, but all the others that she had met had at least looked her in the eyes. It was kind of a shame, because he was so big. If he ever visited her country, he surely would have frightened everyone. Though, she was a little glad it wasn't the dog that bothered him. She would have judged him severely for being so afraid of such a gentle soul. But she was still put as the dominant figure in this situation, since the man looked like he was in physical pain.
Not expecting company? Well, she supposed that was why he came to a park so early in the morning. But still, going out and expecting not to see anyone was a little strange. Though, she supposed it wasn't so odd to not plan for someone's dog running up toward you. "So you're an..." she trailed off, looking a little puzzled. It was a word Zoe used to describe people all the time--she practically defined people by it, but Kate could only really remember that it started with an i. In...something. In...intro...oh! "Introvert!" she finally concluded, eyes glittering with pride at remembering the word. She gave a cheeky grin, though it morphed into a glare as the dog took that moment to lie down on her other foot. "Make yourself comfortable, why don't you?" she told him, before switching her attention back to the matter at hand. She wondered if he had been in America long; he clearly wasn't a native, judging from his accent. But people in America were overly friendly, so if meeting someone randomly shook him up so much, he was going to have a rough time. "That explains why you're out so early. Weirdo." Never mind the fact that she was out early, too.
"You're a student, yes?" Since he probably hadn't just moved to Death City for the heck of it. Then again, she supposed he could have graduated or something. She wasn't good at guessing ages. But she wouldn't amend her statement or anything. In fact, she pushed on with utmost confidence. "Meister or weapon?"
She took a single step back, letting the dog roll onto the ground. He didn't budge, supposedly having fallen asleep. She sighed; where had all his energy gone? He had gotten like no exercise at all. She was starting to doubt Matt's knowledge on the matter of dogs. He was the type to like to act like he knew a lot, after all. How irritating.
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Post by Cyrille Lécuyer on Oct 20, 2014 18:09:27 GMT -5
The girl still did not leave. Cyrille would have been able to hear her footsteps go if she had. He also would not have been able to hear her speak. The girl begun to declare something about what he was. But she trailed off, as if recalling a word. ”Oh god. Please don’t say gynophobe...” He thought to himself, still looking away.
But instead the girl said something else. Introvert. A word Cyrille had no idea the meaning of.
He had never heard it used before, so of course he would not know of it. It sounded like a long and overly complex word that english had so many of. Cyrille knew none of these difficult words, being so bad at English in general. It probably did not mean the same thing as gynophobe, though. If it did someone would have called him that by now. Cyrille was not going to ask what the word meant, though. He’d just search it up later or something. The most acknowledgment the girl got from him was a confused look as he slowly shifted his eyes back up to her.
The odd girl then proceeded to call him a weirdo for being out so early. But, she was out too. Cyrille looked even more confused now. His confused expression might have gotten too mixed in with his terrified one for Kate to pick out, though. She didn’t seem to be very bright, after all. It was obvious that the girl was not very bright, as she neglected to notice the fact that she was out equally early. Agh. Whatever. He’d get away soon...
Soon did not come soon enough. Kate was now asking him if he attended the school. Agh. That should be obvious, no? He was blatantly not a local. His accent was a dead give away, if nothing else was. This girl being so daft was starting to freak Cyrille out. He was starting to shake, and he turned more pale as his eyes drifted away again. Legs still cramped up, joy. Or perhaps that was a good thing. He might just collapse as soon as they could move again.
”Uhn, I’m a meister.” Cyrille spoke softly after some hesitation. He was quite upset with the current situation he was in. When Kate stook a step back, he got hopeful that she would leave. Of course, that did not happen. She only took one step back.
Cyrille could feel his hands slowly clenching into fists. He was still shaking with how tense he was, too. Maybe that subtle action would intimidate the girl enough to make her go away? Cyrille was not fond of using such tactics to get people to leave, but he hadn’t much of a choice right now. He doubted simply ignoring Kate would make her go away so he could go back to his dorm and hide under the blankets for the rest of the day.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2014 19:33:24 GMT -5
A fine eyebrow quirked upward at the rather strange look the man was giving her. Has something she said confused him? She supposed introvert was a weird word, because it wasn't one that was easily translated into other languages. (Or, well, it didn't translate well into Arabic so she assumed it applied to other languages as well.) She didn't really know how to explain it, though, and he looked more confused by whatever else she had said. She wondered if he even knew enough English to hold a conversation with someone; he was European, right? She felt like she remembered someone saying that Europeans were particularly diligent in their English studies, but she supposed she found an exception to that. Did he understand anything she was saying? It could have been her accent, though she thought she had toned it down quite a lot since her move over seas.
Then he started to shake a little, and he looked like he was going to be ill. Kate took another step back, looking wary of any projectile vomiting. She even tugged on the dog's leash a little, to try and spare him a horrible and smelly fate. He didn't budge, though, besides rolling onto his belly, so she decided she would not be the one to give him a bath. "You look like hell," she commented, completely ignoring his answer to her previous question. "Maybe you should have slept in a little longer." It was a little selfish, coming out to the park all sick and stuff. Children came here to play, after all.
Though a gentle voice she swore wasn't her own calmly reminded her that he could have been perfectly well when he got here. Illness was tricky business, after all.
A closer watch on the boy led Kate to believe that maybe he wasn't even sick at all. He looked more like a cornered animal now, one that might strike out at her at any minute. She snorted a little, her own muscles tensing and preparing for that strike. That was a little rude; she had her overbearing moments, but she was being especially cordial today. There was no need for him to act in such a way. Her eyes hardened, following every movement, every twitch he made.
"You got some kind of problem?" she questioned, lowly, finally catching the dog's attention. He sat up at her side, looking alert as if he had sensed the tense atmosphere.
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Post by Cyrille Lécuyer on Oct 21, 2014 21:14:17 GMT -5
“You look like hell.”
Cyrille could have hit his head against a wall. He kinda wanted to, actually. It’d be a nicer past time than conversing with this particular person. Most girls weren’t this bad. They’d figure out something, anything, was wrong, then leave him alone. Not insult him.
Kate then went on to tell him he should have stayed in bed longer. This girl. Was there something wrong with her? No one tended to annoy Cyrille this much. But... she was insulting him! That being said, the girl also probably did not realize she was insulting him. Like, she seemed to be genuinely concerned. Kinda. Maybe.
The method of showing concern was actually a bit familiar. But, where had it been that Cyrille had met someone who acted in a similar way?
Oh, no. This girl was reminding him of Ophelie.
Cyrille did not like it when people reminded him of his late sister. Not at all. It made him feel unwell. Thinking about her in general made him feel unwell, so finding someone who fit her likeness... Ugh. And he didn’t really want to draw comparisons between this particular girl and Ophelie. But... that sounded like something Ophelie would say! In fact, he was pretty sure she had said something that Ophelie had said before.
To rid himself of these thoughts, Cyrille yanked his eyes away once again and covered his face with one of his hands. He didn’t even know this girl’s name! To start drawing comparisons between her and his sister was... a crime! Gah, he was getting dizzy now. His heart was racing and his mind was spinning. Cyrille’s hearing was all messed up too. He did not pick up on Kate asking him if he had some kind of problem.
It was just a matter of Cyrille’s legs uncramping, then he could get out of there. Yes, it was so very simple.
Or at least it was in theory. Cyrille did not suspect his legs to uncramp any time soon, but they did. Way sooner than he expected. Cyrille went wide eyed as he suddenly felt himself falling to his knees. With a “thud” Cyrille was on the ground. Thankfully he had just fallen to his knees, so he didn’t look like a complete mess. In any case, Cyrille was not very happy with this current situation.
That being said, he had froze in this new position. He wasn’t quite sure what to do. The girl would surely comment on how he had fallen. And then there was the dog too. He was at the dog’s height now. Gah, this was bad. Cyrille really didn’t want to end up fainting in this girl’s company.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2014 1:14:59 GMT -5
Kate had been prepared for a fight, but what she got was the exact opposite of that. The guy had covered his face with one of his hands. Her rather cold expression lightened a little, morphing into something a little more confused. Was this some kind of trick, to get her to lower her guard? That was a dirty trick, and she started to scowl at the man. The joke was on him, because she wasn't going to let her guard down for even a second. She wouldn't be an easy target, no sir. She had every intention of giving him a piece of her mind, because quite honestly she was getting annoyed with this interaction. He wouldn't communicate properly by any means, and now he was pulling this shit. Well she wasn't going to have any of it.
Her scathing words flickered in her throat, going out altogether when the boy dropped to his knees. She jumped back, not expecting this turn of events at all. "S-S-sir?!?!" she exclaimed, her previous bravado forgotten. He hadn't fallen unconscious or anything of the like, but this was still considered an emergency, right? There was a number you were supposed to call in case of an emergency, but she couldn't for the life of her remember what it was. Thankfully, it was programmed into her phone. But just in case, she'd call Matt first. He'd be better at handling this situation, because in times of panic her grasp of the English language slipped quite a bit.
A very nervous and sick-looking smile crept onto her face as she reached into her pocket, mentally assuring herself that she was doing the right thing and that everything would be handled.
"Ahra min-" she cut herself off with a with a closed-mouth screech as she frantically searched all of her pockets for something resembling her cell phone, trying to argue with herself that there was no way she left it at home. But seeing as it was not present on her person, there was no other explanation. She took a deep breath and tried not to scream, though her eyes bugged out quickly as they landed on the movement on the ground. "No! Bad dog!"
Shadow had taken this opportunity to saunter up to the male and nuzzle his cheek affectionately, though it was probably not seen that way. Kate groaned, dropping to her knees and reaching out to grab the dog's collar. "You old coot, you can't just..." she faded off into a frustrated sounding sigh. Big brown eyes were on level with pink now, and she decided to give up on the dog and try and get some information out of the boy.
"Listen here, mister," she started, realizing a little bit too late that this was not a kind way to offer help. "We need to work together, so explain what's going on." She couldn't help him if she didn't know what was wrong. Though, she was two-hundred percent sure that having a dog all up in your business was not helpful.
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Post by Cyrille Lécuyer on Oct 22, 2014 8:11:26 GMT -5
Fights were not something Cyrille participated in very often. He much prefered beating up a training dummy than an actual person. Fights seemed pointless to him. He might have accidentally lashed out at people before, though. People were scary. Why did they always insist on not just leaving him alone?
Cyrille did not like this girl one bit. This whole situation was worthy to be hated, really. Cyrille just wanted to go home and curl up in his bed. Erm, not home. His dorm, rather. Going “home” and back to France was something he did not want to do in the slightest. There were far too many memories he was not fond of there.
The girl was panicked now. That much was obvious by what she said. To be fair, she really had every right to be. She had just met someone who was clearly not normal. Not well, though it was mentally rather than physically. Cyrille was panicked about the situation too, there just wasn’t much he could actually do to change the situation. He’d run away once he was able to, but that chance did not seem to be coming soon.
After saying a few words in a language Cyrille had never heard in his life, the girl went on to scold her dog. It was only a moment or two later until Cyrille realized what for. He shifted his head slightly when he felt something cold and wet touch the cheek, though made no other attempts to move. Mostly because he couldn’t, but also because he did not mind the affection all that much.
Cyrille had never received affection from an animal before, actually. His family had never had a pet, and he never left his own house enough to really meet anyone else’s. Cyrille had been a prodigy. He had an extremely rare soul that would make him great at defeating kishin, and he had the skill with just about any weapon to back it up. As well as the determination to get better. But his sister had always said he had a bit too much of that.
Speaking of said “extremely rare soul”, Cyrille was now beginning to feel it’s effects. Thank God. It was about time, too. Normally it worked a bit quicker. That was just normally though. It was unpredictable. Sometimes it didn’t even work at all and Cyrille was forced to fend for himself.
The effects were great enough for Cyrille to be able to speak. In English, no less. He did not like how the girl had asked him to explain what was happening. If she had asked a bit nicer, he might have been able to move his head up and back to actually look at her. But, no. Cyrille was under the impression this was not a very nice girl. Not at all.
”Uhn, well, you see...” He begun, speaking softly as he searched for the right words. ”I... have...” Cyrille did not know if he wanted to tell this girl the truth or not. If he did, she might leave him alone. Or she’d make fun of him. So, instead, Cyrille settled for the closest lie he could think up off the top of his head. It was a decent lie, despite the fact Cyrille was awful at lying. ”...extreme social anxiety.”
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2014 13:44:41 GMT -5
Upon realizing that Shadow didn't seem to be bothering the boy at all, she released the dog's collar and let him continue his cuddling. Dogs were pretty good therapy, or so she had heard anyway. Besides, dogs were also pretty good judges of character, weren't they? So if he seemed to like this man, he must have been a pretty good person. A weird person for sure, but good nonetheless. At least, good enough not to attack other people or dogs. And thought they hadn't known each other long, she knew Shadow wouldn't put her in danger. He was a good soul, too.
The man seemed to be doing a little better now that he had gotten his little episode out of the way, and Kate looked visibly relieved. He even took the time for a little explanation, and she smiled. Sometimes you needed to be a little forceful to get what you wanted, she noted. Social anxiety, huh? It wasn't a concept she completely understood; there was something like that in her home, though it didn't really have a classification. A lot of women and children were a little anxious when going into town, though they rarely ever reacted in such a manner. She couldn't quite decide it that was a sign or strength or weakness just yet.
Even though she didn't completely understand the term, she could at least figure out roughly what it meant. So she fell back onto her rear, scooting backwards and even farther away from the anxious man. She was still within reaching distance of the dog, in case she needed to grab him, but she did try and give the man a little space. She offered a smile. "See? That wasn't so hard." A hard lesson she learned was that people will work with you and help you if you just speak up. Not act all weird.
She folded her legs underneath her, rocking a little in thought. She didn't know what to do now. Ideally, she should leave him alone. But what if he had another attack on his way home, or something? No one would help him, then, because he was a stubborn one. Besides, he was so big. If he fainted or something, he'd be stuck. It was much more beneficial for her to stick around, though at a respectful distance. Though, maybe he wouldn't be so nervous if they knew each other better. That would help, wouldn't it? Because you don't really have to worry too much about social interactions with people you knew--things just flow naturally. So maybe the best thing to do would be to take his mind off things, distract him with something else.
"Do you like dogs?" she asked, leaning back on her hands and watching the male closely. "Because he really likes you. Maybe he's just really friendly." The last part was mumbled, as she sent a narrow stare to the retriever. Not a scary dog at all. Next time, she was going to place an argument for a doberman. That actually sounded really awesome.
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Post by Cyrille Lécuyer on Oct 28, 2014 15:51:21 GMT -5
Eventually Kate released the dog’s collar. That was good, it meant that she was farther away now. Cyrille gave a soft sigh of relief. He did not mind the dog cuddling him, though he did not cuddle it back. Moving was a bit hard right about now.
Cyrille’s eyes had shifted down, now. He did not see the smile that tugged at the girl’s lips. It was probably good he hadn’t. If he had, Cyrille would have jumped to all kinds of conclusions about why it was she was smiling. He did that a lot. Jumping to conclusions about people he just met a few minutes ago. He had already decided that this girl was toying with him instead of actually trying to be helpful, after all.
The girl moved even farther away from Cyrille when she sat down then scooted backwards. Even if he was not looking at her, Cyrille had grown very good at identifying what movements sounded like over the years. It had been a big part of his training. It was unlikely one would ever get visual on an enemy, but sounds were easy. Cyrille had learned a lot of things like that. Being a prodigy was tough work...
Then Kate just had to say “See? That wasn't so hard.” after Cyrille had told her what the “problem” was. He couldn’t help but let a frown pry at his lips. He had been trying to remain poker faced, and had been doing a decent job at it, until now. She was patronizing him. How dare she? The girl was cruel, obviously. A cruel idiot. Poor Cyrille never got a break these days, now did he?
Now, Cyrille was expecting Kate to say something about how he was looking away. How pathetic he looked, or something dumb like that. Something he’d just ignore as he waited for his Grigori Soul to get rid of the madness completely. That was what it did, right? Truth be told, Cyrille wasn’t sure. Regardless, wait until he was able to move again then leave as quickly as he could.
But instead she changed the subject to dogs.
Blah. Cyrille had not been expecting that. If he wasn’t so good at hiding his emotions, he’d probably be looking hysterical right about now. Dogs. Of all things she could talk about to drag this little event out longer, she picked dogs. Gah. Cyrille really, really wanted to bang his head against a wall now.
”I don’t know. I’ve never really met any before...” He managed to blurt out after a long silence. Kate’s last words made Cyrille think a bit. Was it perhaps possible that the animal picked up on his anti-demon wavelength? A regular person couldn’t tell. But an animal? Cyrille had no idea.
”I’m not sure if I like that...” Cyrille then murmured. To himself. He didn’t particularly care if Kate had heard or not, though.
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