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[iknowyourfear]

WHO: iknowyourfear and spadassin.
WHERE: A cafe.
WHEN: Backdated a few days.
WARNINGS: Excessive sarcasm, probably.
SUMMARY: Scatty gives Terry pro-tips on being supernatural.
FORMAT: Quicklog.

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[spadassin]

[Scatty entered the care with no idea what, exactly, she was going to tell this boy. Immortality was never easy--there was no way to acclimate to it immediately. But perhaps that wasn't what he actually wanted. Maybe he just wanted to know that there was someone out there who understood him, someone who could relate. That was a human want, wasn't it?

Scatty was dressed in all white, as usual, and pulled her beanie from her head as she glanced around the building for a moment. Her short red hair was sticking up in a few place, but she didn't seem to care, and smiled a bit as she headed towards Terrance. In reality, she looked no older than him--just seventeen, actually. The redhead took the seat across from him, and gave him a once-over.]

Terrance.

[iknowyourfear]

[ It was a little strange to meet her in person. She looked younger face-to-face than in his mind's eye, and it made him wonder vaguely what he'd look like a hundred or two hundred years from then. She was smiling at him -- he didn't smile back, but not because he wasn't pleased to see her. It was just so unusual, for someone to be glad to see him.

He let his hand drop down from the table, wiping the traces of sugar grains on his jeans. ]

Hey, Scatty. [ A pause. ] You wanna get something?

[spadassin]

[She took his lack of facial expression with a grain of salt; it wasn't intentional, but she could sense his awkwardness. Not that it would take her power to do that. In all honesty, he looked like any normal humani. But his scent... well, she was going to try to ignore that, for the time being. With a nod towards him, she signaled the waitress and ordered some tea. Once the woman had bustled away, she returned to her inspection.]

How have you been?

[iknowyourfear]

[ That was a complicated question. It felt like there was always something to be angry at the world about -- but at least lately, he'd found himself in strange moments of content, with his friends. Friends. Now there was something new.

Terry reached for his cup of coffee, blowing at it a bit before responding. ]

Alright, I guess. Haven't done much of anything, since I talked to Constantine. Doc's been busy, and I've been studying. [ He glanced up at her. ] You?