Post by Darius Vincent on Jun 11, 2012 21:11:41 GMT -6
I WILL BE YOUR DEADMAN†
Darius was usually somewhat good at reading people. Making his own reaction to those readings, though, came as a hardship for him. But he couldn't read Rebekka, let alone react. She was... a contradiction. An anomaly. A singularity. Her body language said one thing, the atmosphere said another, and what she said physically just kind of deviated from everything.[/color]" He replied, leaning back slightly. "I mean, I'm not... forcing myself. But, it's like, I can't live with myself if I don't try and make conditions better.[/color]"[/blockquote][/size]
Sometimes, Darius wished that he had been born cooler and maybe more charismatic.
He observed as she continued her work, feeling perhaps a bit awkward since he had initially interrupted her. It amazed him, though, that Rebekka was able to work with such grotesque little creatures. Crawling abominations that soiled the earth they graced with each wiggling motion. Darius wasn't a particularly squeamish person. He was a man, for God's sake. And most girls skittered away from leeches and other rather unsavory creatures. But, no. She didn't. In fact, she took it upon herself to touch it -putting herself in physical contact with the leeches- and go about her task.
Though he kept his eyes on the wriggling leeches, Darius paid close attention to Rebekka's question. In his peripheral vision, he caught sight of her rather... unkempt state. It wasn't bad, he supposed. But he watched as she bit her lip and leaned heavily against the table. After finishing his first strawberry, he chose to answer. "It's just... uhm, kind of a conscious thing, yanno?
STATUS; Incomplete
WORD COUNT; 259
NOTES; Sorry for the shortness >.<
WORD COUNT; 259
NOTES; Sorry for the shortness >.<