circling your head

[cawky]

WHO: Davesprite and Nill
WHERE: Near The Abandoned Church
WHEN: Backdated to the nineteenth/twenith
WARNINGS: Teenagers being teenagers
SUMMARY: Davesprite's been homeless for a few days and is getting a little desperate.
FORMAT: Brackets

[By the time nightfall had hit, Davesprite found himself bouncing rocks off a trashcan. It had been a long day of naps in the park and trying to keep himself busy, most of which had been complete failures. Thankfully, Dave blended pretty easily when he wasn't in spriteform, so nobody bothered the kid in shades sitting on the porch with his chin propped up on his hand.

He had been taking spriteform to try and stave off the urge to sleep, but since coming to the city, the rules had seemed to change. Sleep was once again a necessary part of his condition, and he was starting to hate it.

Most of his anger at John had faded, but he had no way to return without feeling intensely awkward. So instead, Davesprite would continue to Be The Homeless Kid until further notice.]

Comments

[cawky]

[This escalated quickly. Now Davesprite is struggling to keep his balance, lean away from Nill without dropping her marshmellow, and roast his marshmellow all at the same time. Its not really working, as evident by the shock crossing his features when Nill comes at him to try and rescue her captive sweets.]

[culver]

[She's comin' at you, bro. Not really, she doesn't want to send him toppling. Nill isn't a very solid human being, but throwing all of your weight at someone is a pretty good way to knock them off balance. So yeah, good thing she isn't doing that.

Instead, she's stretching up on tip-toe, reaching upwards to try and grab the rod higher than where he's holding it, or at least rescue her poor marshmallow. She doesn't see his face, too focused on her rescue attempt. She hasn't stopped smiling.]

[cawky]

[And suddenly, he stops fighting her and lets her have the poker, because he has more important things to do. Like get graham crackers and chocolate. Davesprite will be smugly doing that with his golden brown marshmellow, struggling to keep the smirk out of his expression. It doesn't work.]

[culver]

[Wow that was easy. But--oh no, he's beaten her to the s'mores! Nill puts on a pout, but it isn't at all serious. She moves in front of the stove and starts roasting her marshmallow. Except what she does is a sad excuse for roasting; she pretty much ends up with is a slightly warm, slightly gooey lump of sugar.]

[cawky]

[Davesprite reaches over to lay his hand on her poker again, laying the finished s'more on his palm and offering it to her so that he can finish roasting her marshmellow properly.]

[culver]

[This is an unexpected development. Nill looks at him, considers as her wings rustle behind her, and then decides to accept both of his offers. She hands off the stick to him with one hand as she reaches for the s'more with the other. Cautious, of course. This could very well be another joke. But she really hopes it isn't, because it looks like Dave makes one hell of a s'more. The pout does turn to a smile, though.]

[cawky]

[No joke. He lets go of the food and moves to finish the marshmellow wordlessly. It made him feel a little better to do something nice -- but then it was also awkward, so there was no smartass quip to follow.]

[culver]

[Her suspicion fades after the lack of a comment or joke afterwards. Well, more like changes. Not that she minds his (new-found) niceness, it's just... weird. For a split second, Nill feels awful because that implies that he isn't nice normally--he is, in his own way. This is just incredibly overt for him.

She steps back so she can sit perched on the edge of the bed, watching him go about his marshmallow roasting business, trying to figure out what all of this is about.]

[cawky]

[Davesprite says nothing else. He focuses instead on roasting the marshmellow, as the realization seems to settle in that wow, yup, he sure is gonna be here a while. Its not terrible, but at the same time it validates a lot of his insecurities.

When the marshmellow is done and he starts to stack the s'more, he's lost most of his appetite.]

[culver]

[It's about the time he finishes the second marshmallow that she is thoroughly convinced something is up. Of course, him being who he is, she knows he isn't about to tell her outright what it is. So she licks her fingers clean, toes off her shoes, and then scoots over so there's room for him to sit beside her if he wants. And by the way her brows are raised and her head is tilted, she is not about to easily take no for an answer.]

[cawky]

[Davesprite turns from the fire, but makes no effort to join Nill. The s'more hangs uselessly in his hand as he answers her headtilt with his own, shifting where he sits in order to pull his legs beneath him as he sets the poker aside.

Its only after a moment of awkward silence does he finally bite into his treat. Maybe to give him an excuse not to say anything.]

[culver]

[Well, at least he's looking at her. This is a start. Nill leans back on her hands, watching him. She is more than comfortable with sitting in silence, even if she is actually waiting for him to say something. If he doesn't... she'll have to come up with something else. But that s'more won't last forever. And judging by the company she keeps, Nill has infinite patience.]