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tushanshu_ooc2016-07-06 11:18 pm
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[Vic rubs his head though the blow held little sting to it.]
Alright alright, no more spitting on the ants.
[She might be scolding him right now but he still grins at her.]
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Good boy.
[Avell pets his head for good measure. It's because she cares, really.]
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Vic lazily puts his arm around her to pull her just a little closer.]
Guess I gotta find some other way to have some fun.
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I have an idea.
[And she makes to pull from his grasp, eyes back on the room of the house they've found their way into.]
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When she pulls away he lets her slip out from his grasp.]
And you've got my attention.
[Vic hops from the window sill and follows her towards the room.]
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There are plenty of books in the room, but Avell is careful to pick on without printed or written text on it. She might be a misfit and a bit of a jerk, but she respects this kind of thing, more so when it belongs to someone else. What's trash to her is someone else's treasure, after all.
She finds a book, a diary of sorts, the back few pages blank. Carefully, Avell tears one from it and on the page writes a few words. From there, the paper is folded into a paper aeroplane. Grinning at Vic, she moves to the window and throws it into the street.]
Just watch.
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Avell definitely treats this place with more respect than him. The only reason why he never trashes anything is because he respects her. If she wants to leave it all in one piece then they leave it one piece.
His arms fold over his chest while he watches her, unable to shake the smirk from his lips.]
I'm watching. I'm waiting.
[And trying to see if he can piece together what she's doing before she does it.]
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A moment later, the plane is in his hand and again, he looks left and right, finding no one as Vic and Avell are up above.]
Open me.
[Avell says quietly to Vic, unable to keep herself from smiling. It's an old game from when she was a kid. The kedan glances around again, uncertain, and unfolds the plane. There's more writing within. Avell fills in the blanks for Vic, leaning close to whisper in his ear.]
I know what you did.
[She doesn't. Not really. But the kedan suddenly feels extremely worried for something, somewhere, that he might of done to someone. And someone KNOWS.]
Oh dear. He is guilty.
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His hand grips her shoulder and his face turns red as he tries to keep the laughter inside. Eventually it becomes too much and loses it next to her.]
God damn Avell...
[Vic pulls her to his side.]
You are so fucking evil and I love it.
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You would think I learned to be like that from you, but I started doing that when I was a teenager.
[Being a drifter in a world where your kind were persecuted meant being alone a lot. Avell had had to find her own ways to entertain herself.]
A little asshole. Now I am apparently a big asshole.
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So fucking proud of you.
[Both of them are outsiders that never belonged in society. They belong together though. That's enough for Vic.]
How many people you think we can freak the fuck out before getting caught?
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[She's half draped across him as she leans to look out the window. The kedan on the street continues to look around, baffled by the note and still trying to work out where it came from. Eventually he gives up, eager to get out of there and away from everything. Avell can't help but chuckle.]
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[While he thinks about his note Vic idly traces his hand up and down her side. He likes having his hands on her. They seek her out almost with a mind of their own to touch her.]
How about something like "I'm watching you" and "you can't hide from me".
[He grins over at her to see what she thinks.]
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[She chuckles and grins, staying where she is a moment more before pulling away to tear out more blank pages and write the notes.]
Let us see who can get the best freak out.
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[It combines two of his favorite things: Avell and fucking with people.]
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[She's already writing on the two pages. The moment that's done, Avell sets to work on her own plane.]
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You say that like I was never a shitty kid throwing things at the teacher.
[Sliding a piece of paper over to him, he works on a plane of his own design.]
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Sorry, I thought you more the shitty kid skipping school completely.
[Once she's done, she sits on the table to watch him finish his plane.]
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[When he finishes Vic holds a little paper airplane with his own personal flourish to it.]
But now I'm your shitty adult.
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[Avell leans to look at his plane before reaching past it to pinch his cheek playfully.]
You are still adorable.
[With a grin, she heads for the window.]
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Don't go telling anyone that. I'm the asshole who spits on people remember?
[Snatching up his plane, he follows her towards the window for round number two.]
One at a time or on three?
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[At the window, Avell leans in the sill and makes room for Vic beside her.]
On three.
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[Vic takes his place next to her and readies his plane.]
One...two...three.
[And then he lets his plane fly.]
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[On the count of three, she throws her plane. It zips down into the street below and lands on the counter of a street vendor. The vendor takes a moment to notice the plane.]
Come on, come on, pick it up.
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[Vic watches his plane lazily sail through the air. It changes directions three different times before finally ending its arc in the eye of a kedan reading a menu at a cafe.
He immediately snorts out a laugh.]
Pretty sure I just blinded my guy.
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