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[the_five_signs]

Normal people? He was in the wrong place to find normal people. There were people who seemed normal, but no one was actually normal. Point in case, the blue-eyed boy with the large bruise on his right temple (it looked like he'd been hit with a blunt object-- hard) who was just coming up to the counter, holding a book in his hand. It was Valentine's day and he was planning on spending it reading, since.. well.. his boyfriend hadn't asked him to the dance, and he had his babysitting privileges revoked. So he planned to sit in the diner, read, and nurse a cup of warm tea until they closed

[a_dirty_obseven]

Jalil didn't exactly look normal. He was wearing a set of robes that belonged to a dwarf who was two feet shorter than him -- and he was very cold, from having been outside for all of two minutes. He looked fairly ridiculous, and he was realizing that, glancing down at his attire when the woman said they were closing.. and then he looked to the young man who'd just greeted him.

If black people blushed, Jalil might have. Alright. That was a lie. Jalil didn't blush.

"I -- " He didn't usually pause when speaking, either. He was very calculated, always knew what to say. But right now, he was at a little bit of a loss. But he didn't want to sound like an idiot, so he wasn't going to ask where they were. Instead...

"My friends decided it'd be a fun prank to pull to throw me in the snow in this." Said, trying to explain away his dress.

[the_five_signs]

"Your friends?" Remus prompted, calling him out on his lie without really doing it. "There are eighty-seven people living in this town." Announced simply, as he took his bag with a quiet 'thank you' to the woman, then shrugged off his top coat and extended it out to the other boy. "And none of them are dark-skinned. You're new here?"

[a_dirty_obseven]

He straightened up when Remus said that, and looked down at the coat before he reached out and took it, sliding one arm into it and then the other, closing it up in the front. That.. was a lot better, already. He glanced back at the woman behind the counter and then looked to Remus again, lowering his voice.

"I have no idea where here is." And he wasn't going to say he had just appeared. He didn't want to seem crazy.

[the_five_signs]

"Of course. I'm afraid that we don't have anyone living here that's your height, but we do have a few clothing stores in town. But it's getting late now and everyone will be going to the Valentine's dance.. so everything's going to be closed. But I do have a pair of sweat pants that are a little long on me, and some t-shirts that should fit, for now. I can give you some money and you can go shopping tomorrow." Even as he said that, he was standing up. "Would you like to take a look at the room? I'll go find the clothes."

[a_dirty_obseven]

Now I'm going to owe him a debt. Great. What are you getting yourself into, Jalil? "Yeah. Thanks a lot." He nodded and would move down the hall in the direction Remus had pointed, to find the room. While Remus moved to his room to get his clothes, Jalil walked into the empty room and glanced down at his hands. That.. was funny. They hadn't been dirty before. They hadn't... Oh, shit.

I need a sink. Oh. My hands are so dirty -- crap. Bathroom.

[the_five_signs]

It'd be a full five minutes before Remus was knocking on the open door of the guest bedroom and moving inside. He smiled when he saw Jalil at the sink in the bathroom and stepped up so that he could see him in the mirror, as he lifted the clothes some. "Feel free to take a shower, if you like. I brought your clothes... Should I just leave them on the bed?"

[a_dirty_obseven]

He was in the middle of washing his hands when Remus came in, and he lifted green eyes to stare up into the mirror at the man behind him. "Oh -- yeah. Thanks a lot." Said again. And then he looked back down at his hands.. but they'd stopped. He didn't have the urge to keep washing them.. he'd only washed them three times. He should have another four to go. What was going on?