When the stints have been broken, and they can't help you now...

[asortofdevil]

WHO: asortofdevil and WHOEVER.
WHERE: Around the City. Just cause.
WHEN: Let's say Sunday since I was stolen away for the weekend and I MISSED EVERYTHING. Hi, guys.
WARNINGS: Probably mild swearing and violence? It's Hijikata, after all....,...,
SUMMARY: Blind badass with a hidden sword in his cane is making some sort of recon walk in the City. AKA, he's restless

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[Nill is just on her way through the park, going to the dojo with a box full of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies, when she sees him sitting there. Something is... familiar about him. Didn't Bishop have a cane like that somewhere in the church? And the glasses--something about him intrigues her, and she angles her path towards where he's sitting, maybe just to pass by. Her wings ruffle beneath her jacket, and she turns her head to look at him as she starts to pass by.]

[asortofdevil]

[ It's not the rustle underneath her jacket that calls his attention, but the soft scent of cookies nearby. This guy has actually a sweet tooth, so he tilts his head towards the girl - light feet as well, - as if he's curious. Her footsteps had slowed down a bit, too.

So he folds his legs, picks up his cane, rests it across his lap, so she wouldn't trip on them as she passes by.]

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[His curiosity certainly isn't one-sided. When he moves, her steps slow even more, until she pauses just in front of him. After a few seconds of deliberation, she turns to him and tilts her head. The cookie box is still held firmly in her hands, but... well, he doesn't look so scary. And if he has a cane like that, maybe it means he's like Bishop and can't see. If she could tip-toe around the priest to get away from him and his silly dresses, she felt as if she could get away from this man, if she had to.]

[asortofdevil]

[ The scent is more intense, and the footsteps stopped. They were even delicate, those. Probably from tiny feet, too. There's a light coldness on his hands as her shadow blocks out the sunlight, and that's tell-tale of how close she is.]

[He decides to joke:] Can I have a cookie?

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[Baked goods are no joke to her; immediately after he asks, she takes the lid off the box and holds it out to him. Well, he asked nicely, and wasn't making any threatening movements. Nill offers a tentative smile, wings fluttering again beneath her coat.]

[asortofdevil]

[She's - it's a she, isn't it - silent, and he's not exactly sure if it unnerves him or appreciates it. He listens to a lid being pulled off, followed by the intensity of those cookies' scent. By the shade and the sound, he can slowly reach into it, but he doesn't yet, just tilts his head, eyebrows angling. ] You're sure?

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[Her smile solidifies a bit, and she nods, holding the basket closer to him. It was nice that he'd asked again; he seemed really polite. Didn't Luke and Danny always tell her to only talk to polite people? Well, he was the one doing all the talking, but that wasn't anything new for her. Most conversations with Nill were one-sided.]

[asortofdevil]

[She has long hair. That's how he knows that she had nodded - that, and a hesitation or refusal would have brought a different, more sudden type of reaction that would have been more audible. As it is, he listens to the up and down of her strands on her shoulders.]

[He takes a cookie, carefully, and nips at it...]

... not bad...

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[Even from a complete stranger, praise of her baking always made Nill feel a little better about herself. There weren't many useful things she could do; cooking had turned out to be her secret skill. If only she could sew as well as she could bake.

Nill reached into the tin and took a cookie for herself before carefully putting the lid back on, trying to keep them warm; it was still pretty cold outside, even though she was sure spring was on its way. The excitement of seeing snow still hadn't vanished, though, and she glanced around the blanket of white over the park before her eyes landed back on the stranger. She nibbled on her own cookie, tilting her head a little bit at him. She wanted to ask what his name was, but didn't want to start writing on his hand unless he asked.]

[asortofdevil]

[He listens to everything, the little nibbles, the fingers tracing the border of the lid as they pressed it closed. He also feels her shift in front of him, as if turning around to watch their surroundings.

He can hear all of that even when the heavy and muffled crunchcrunchcrunch sounds are filling the back of his ears. But one thing that he hears the most, is the silence.

So he takes a shot in the dark [hahahah, irony]]

Can you talk?

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[The question makes Nill stop eating for a moment, and she thinks about how to answer. She could shake her head, but she's realized at this point that he can't see. His hearing and sense of smell seem to be alright, since he noticed the cookies and her, but she isn't sure how good. She finished off her cookie (there wasn't much left, really) and shakes her head. She takes a step towards the empty side of the bench, turning her head towards him and pointing to it. She hopes he understands.]

[asortofdevil]

[A rustle, the grinding of feet towards his left, and a soft rustle. It feels inquisitive, so he nods.

Yes, she didn't talk, did she? Otherwise she would have already, or let out a soft sound or hum already. This silence was of someone who was used to it and saw no point in changing that.

So he nods, and sets the cane beside him on the other side, to give her room.]

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[A little smile flicks over her lips, and she settles gently on the bench beside him. Her feet didn't quite reach the ground, so she started to swing them back and forth a bit. He definitely couldn't see her, which was kind of nice; even though her wings weren't visible, sometimes it disconcerted her when people stared. Nill waited a moment and then carefully reached out to touch his arm; she hoped it wouldn't frighten him.]

[asortofdevil]

[Her feet swinging makes the bench shift, and the air moving through the motions causes a slight change on the pressure by his legs.

He does tense an inch when she touches his arm, but he doesn't move away or act brusquely. He turns his head slightly toward her, frowning behind the dark lenses of his shades.]

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[Nill slows her movements to a minimum; she hopes he wasn't like Heine was, ready to tear her limb from limb with his bare hands. But then, she didn't think anybody was that much like Heine. She pauses again, and then reaches towards his hand, hoping he'll let her flip his palm upwards so she can write on it.]

oh my god forever late I'm sorry /eats a brick

[asortofdevil]

[He's tense and attentive, casting his senses everywhere, to the way her weight makes the bench shift, her slim [and cold] fingers touch his wrist.

He follows the motion, and turns his hand. As long as she... doesn't try to hold it or something...]