It should be said that there is never actually a quiet day in Chicago. Ever. Somewhere, always, something is happening, and invariably that something has to do with explosives. It is Chicago, after all.
But there are a lot of people in Chicago, and so specific people can have quiet days. Take Michael Vaughn for instance, currently out and about
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Of course, he recognizes the girl sitting outside almost immediately. This makes him hunch a little bit further into his jacket and attempt to get into the coffeeshop before she notices he's there. This may or may not work, but he can hope, right?
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"Aaron!" she shouts to him. "Grab a seat, I'll get you a coffee!" Because the term 'drinking buddy' does not limit itself to alcohol.
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"It's raining," he says. Clearly she cannot expect him bear both her company and rain. He might not mind the rain if this was someone he particularly wanted to have a conversation with and he hadn't come to the cafe specifically to sketch. Sketching in the rain doesn't work out so well.
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She loves the rain, if you couldn't tell. It has something to do with the fact that she's also terrified of fire, but there's something so calming about the rain.
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"Besides," he says, opening the cafe door, "I prefer my food without polluted Chicago rain seasoning it." He starts into the cafe. He's not going to hold out much hope that she won't follow him or anything, but he's not standing in the rain debating its merits any longer than necessary.
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Don't ask Trin how she came to that conclusion. Or if that's even true. She apparently thinks so. Her taste buds may be a little off.
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Oh, the number of ways he is merely going to arch an eyebrow at the comment about brains and otherwise ignore it. "Yes, I am buying myself coffee, and also food, while I'm at it." And then he is going to sit over there and eat it. And draw. And enjoy his solitude. Yeah, Arlin, keep telling yourself that.
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She likes the feeling of patronizing him. It feels good. She wonders briefly if this is what he feels whenever he talks to her. She likes it, one way or another.
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Arlin just stares at her for a moment, a look of blank whatthefuck on his face, and then he literally snarls and lunges toward her, grabbing a handful of the front of her shirt and dragging her toward him. "Listen," he hisses, his accent suddenly completely apparent. "Maybe you're not so bright either, because generally people get the hint when someone clearly doesn't want to talk to you, because the proper thing to do in that situation is not to shriek at them--"
He stops, realizing that hey, they are in the middle of a cafe in which he would like to sit peacefully and eat his dinner and work out a design or two for new machines and, most importantly, not be kicked out. He also realizes she just made him lose his cool, which probably speaks volumes about his state of mind lately. He also realizes that this is utterly ridiculousSo he lets go of her shirt, quirking his lips a bit into the closest to a genuine smile he's shown since he ran into Aniki in the park a month ago, and lets out an incredulous laugh. "This is ( ... )
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"I'm getting black," she says. "Is that okay?" She rubs her hands together nervously.
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He also turns back to the counter, glaring the intimidated barista into submission for a moment, and then orders his food. And then takes the number and turns back to Trinity. "You may sit with me if you want," he tells her. Like she needed his permission, per se, but whatever. He'll take pity on her and not fight her weird need to be his friend...for now. Not to say he's going to be talkative. Then he turns and picks a window seat far away from anyone else in the shop, as per usual.
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The silence that follows might be uncomfortable for Trin, but Arlin doesn't mind it much at first. Except for the fact that he knows that technically, according to the rules of society, he should probably say something. Also, the fact that she's spoken makes it doubly hard to pretend that the silence means the same thing to both of them.
He looks up, finally, pencil hovering over the paper for a brief moment while he does before he goes back to what he was drawing. "Don't apologize simply because you think it's necessary," he says. "It's a disgusting habit to get into."
Those were not really the words the rules of society might have dictated he said, but at least he said words.
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"Watcha drawin'?" she asks. Because now that he's said words, it's okay for her to go back to being Queen of the Conversation.
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And here they are venturing back into the realm of normalcy, which is not a realm Arlin operates well in, as much as he operates well in relating to anyone in any realm. He frowns down at his sketchbook for a moment, erasing a few of the lines he just made. "Designs for something," he replies. Master of conversation that he is.
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