forum Runner's Start (Private)

Started May 19, 2019 by Deleted user

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(Not at the moment, and I'm too tired to think of one right now)

"Yeah, well, that's all I got for you right now. I'm sorry I didn't steal multiple men's clothes for your convenience," she said without looking up, the sarcasm clear in her voice.

"I never said I wasn't grateful," he said defensively, putting his hands up as he sat down on the arm chair furthest from Tess.

"Hmm," she hummed, tapping her pencil against the paper in a steady rhythm. She paused and wrote something down.

"Whatcha writing?" he asked, tilting his head as he watched her write.

"Song lyrics," she answered simply, going back to tapping and humming.

He opened his mouth to ask another question, but decided against it. He was being too nosy for someone he met legitimately an hour again. She also seemed beyond weirded out by him, which was disconcerting. Was he *that weird?
These thoughts furrowed his brow so deep it looked like it would slide down past his nose.

"Spit it out, Magic Detector," she demanded, flicking her eyes up to look at him. Now that she had gotten over the strange ability he seemed to have, he wasn't so bad. She's seen weirder.

He blinked a few times in confusion, tilting his head as her voice dragged his from his thoughts. "Huh?"

"You look like you want to say something. Say it."

He stick his chin out, deciding mow much he wanted to really say. "Just overwhelmed at the moment."

She raised an impatient brow. "And?"

"Why I woke up in the middle of the ocean with no memory of how I got there, why you reacted the way you did when I made simple observations, why you treated me so weird when I killed the ogre," he said, laying it all out.

"Can't help you with the first one, those observations were not simple, and that was just a little freaky at the moment. It's not exactly every day you see a tree growing out of a live ogre."

"It was a simple spell," he explained, rubbing his hands together as he spoke. "Instead of soil and water. it fed off of the ogre's life force. And it was easy to find out who you were. It was on the tip of my tongue the moment you came within a few meters of me."

"I get spells–my friend uses them all the time. And you're the first person to know those kinds of things about me without even exchanging a single word. It threw me off guard–and I'm just naturally slow to trust people."

"I can't figure out names or anything," he said, not really sure if it helped or not. "Just the magic of them."

"Good to know." She went back to her writing.

Runner had no clue what else to say, so he just sat there in silence, inspecting his nails for invisible specks of dirt. This is incredibly awkward, even for my standards.

(Lmao, it is. Especially with where we ended in the last one)

Tessa wrote for some time, then flicked her eyes back up at the guy. Hell, I don't even know his name. "Hey, mind telling me who you are? Unless you prefer being called Magic Detector?" she added with a raised brow.

"While it is tempting, my name's Runner," he said. "At least, it's the name that I gave myself."

"Creative," she chirped. "Mine's Theresa, but just call me Tessa."

He tilted his head in confusion. "What's wrong with Theresa?"

She waved her hand lazily. "Only the people I hate or the people I really like call me that. Anything beyond that is none of your business."