Characters: Jay & Josh
Date & Time: October 20th, early afternoon
Setting: Outside, a few weeks after
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Summary: I think
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Rating: PG for now, but who the heck knows?
Status: Open to Josh~
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He had just stepped outside, dressed in sweats and a t-shirt, ready to go for a run when he saw Bird Girl Jay soaring through the air. Then soaring to the ground. And then apparently deciding to get as close as possible to it. He ran over to her, fast as he could, thinking of worst case scenarios - broken neck, fractured limbs... As he got closer, he realized it wasn't that bad, especially since she had her own healing ability. But still, a ( ... )
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She looked up at him, a frown etched comfortably across her face. "I think I got it. Thanks."
Great, she thought. He probably saw me fall- when I fell, not if. It wasn't that she was in a foul mood mind, but who really looked forward to being called incompetent and then names? At the very least, not Jay.
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"Course you do," he said, nodding firmly. "I just thought you might maybe want - but you got it. Like you said."
His hands migrated to his pockets, until he realized he couldn't exactly jam them in the way he usually did on account of his sweatpants being a bit loose. So he crossed them awkwardly across his chest, trying his best to look casually comfortable, like he did this all the time, talking to girls... with wings... who were waiting to heal themselves.
Yeah. All the time.
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Once her leg was back in order, Jay stood up to face the boy proper- he might have been the same age as her, but Josh had at least a good solid inch on her- not a fact she was a fan of.
"Going out for a run?"
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Even after she'd stood up, he was still focused on her knee. It wasn't until she spoke that he realized he was staring, and he straightened immediately, like he'd been caught looking at an entirely different part of her body. He cleared his throat, hoping that slight burn in his cheeks was just the sun and not him blushing.
"I, uh... yeah," he said. "You... wanna come along?" It only seemed like the polite thing to ask.
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Do you run just to run? Or is it for training?" A very, very important question.
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"But why would you run, when you can fly?" He laughed a little at himself, continuing the trend of feeling like an idiot. Talking to girls had never really been his strength, but he never used to be this bad.
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"Why do you bother walking when you can run?" It was a Confucius-esque answer, but to admit the truth would have been rather... well, embarrassing. After all, how was she expected to get away in public? What with her wings hidden and covered, there would be no way to escape without stopping to strip, and she couldn't afford to lose that much time.
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Then he shook his head, one hand coming up to cover his eyes in embarrassment. Great, now she really knows you're an idiot, he told himself. What was he doing? There was no way he could hold some deep, philosophical conversation. His answer had proved that.
"Sorry, it was a stupid question," he said, waving his hand as if it could erase it from memory.
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"And trust me, that isn't the dumbest question I've heard about them. You're fine." Even if he was a stupid, stupid boy.
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That would definitely annoy the hell out of him, if he were in his shoes. He really couldn't imagine what it was like to have such an obvious trait. People staring, asking questions, wanting to touch them... But at least if he could get a couple of those questions out of her, he'd know not to ask them.
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"Until I came here, I hid them almost all the time... even when I first came here I hid them, wings don't seem the norm even among freaks. She knew the "f" word was a dirty one, but that still hadn't stopped her from thinking it, and thus, using it when required.
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"You shouldn't use that word," he told her quietly, staring down at his feet, swallowing hard. When the feeling had passed, he looked back up at her. "Besides, I think your wings are pretty neat."
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"You've already called me a bird, neat and avian ain't the same. It's freakish- which is true, even if it's not nice."
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He let his head tilt back, gazing up into the sky. In his eyes, she had the kind of freedom he could only dream about, the ability to go anywhere at any time, and not be stuck in a life someone else had laid out for you. But instead, he was stuck here, beholden; after all, what kind of person would he be if he didn't use his powers to help people?
"You may think you're a freak, but you're not," he told her. "You're lucky."
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"I don't think you all understand what it means to look like this. I can never leave, I can never not be in hiding, go out to a beach or clothes shopping. And it's never going to change, I'm going to be a fucking flying freak forever, not gonna die, just stuck here til there ain't nothing left."
She didn't mean to go off on him like she had, but he wasn't the first boy to think of her as some blessed thing, and it was getting to her. Once she stopped her rant though, Jay realized all that she said, how her voice had cracked into voices other than her own, and clamped a hand over her mouth, turning red from the tips of her ears to line of her neck. She didn't even know Josh, other than that he called her 'bird girl' and here she was, telling him ( ... )
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