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Post by Piper Addison Davies on Mar 7, 2019 4:55:39 GMT
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Cameron Gallagher | Hope this is okay! It's so long please don't feel like you have to match this length
Piper filed away the fact that Cam was a little on the squeamish side for future reference. It was never something that she had a problem with, she supposed that was partially because of her slightly more avian tendencies. Well, that and the fact that she shifted into a large bird of prey; that predator drive that made it oh so difficult to avoid digesting the nearest field mouse whenever she was flying around. It could be fun to use to get under his skin now and again, but honestly it was mostly so that she could avoid those topics. As much as she could be an asshole, she was not the kind of person to push so far past someone else’s boundaries, so long as they did the same to her. That being said, the second that he pushed her, she was only too happy to retaliate. “Well, I don’t know if this is going to make you feel better or worse, but there isn’t any chewing involved.” The whole gizzard thing was something that was still on the newer side to her, but she did know that all she had to do was swallow, and her body took care of the rest… so long as she stayed a falcon long enough for whatever she ate to digest.
“It can be.” She didn’t like revealing vulnerability about herself, but the fact that she had ammo on him meant that she felt just a little compelled to give him something in return, especially since during their time here, well, he had been pretty nice. “If it weren’t for my brothers I might have just… shifted and left everything behind by now.” The question of whether or not she would do that now was not something that she was ready to answer.
The second that Cam had mentioned using Jaxon’s face, Piper became suspicious. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Cam, it was just… that she didn’t trust Cam. Still, as he scrambled to answer her on sentence statement about how he better not have fucking paraded around as her brother and done something illegal, she took another sip of her Dr. Pepper. Maybe knowing him wasn’t as bad as she thought, especially since he had introduced her to the gloriousness of Dr. Pepper, and he seemed to understand that it could be hard to control the impulses that seemed to take over her when she was in her shifted form. It was in that moment that she began to wonder if he had experienced something that, while probably not the same given the fact that he wasn’t a shapeshifter, was similar. She couldn’t help but wonder if there was something he was struggling with too, and the moment the thought entered her brain, with it surged a faint desire to help and protect him the way that nobody other than her brothers had helped or protected her.
“Honestly, whatever you did with Jaxon’s face… as long as it’s not going to get him arrested or hunted down, I’m not so worried about the details.” Though, she did feel a little bit relieved to know that, despite the first impression he had made on her, he was a… somewhat decent person. Even if he did borrow her brother’s face to chase down someone who was stealing money who could potentially come after him.
“I like it.” Piper blinked at him, her eyes darting to the side and then down to her lap, trying to fight the lightness that she had felt inside at that one little comment. Who was she becoming? She was not the kind of person who melted at the first kind word someone pushed her way, she was not the girl who got the schoolgirl crush on the resident bad boy who got in trouble with the police every week. More often than not, she had been the weird girl keeping her head down and who got close to nobody. And yet, here she was, sitting in a chair in a boy’s room, fighting the impulse to blush because he had said something nice to her. The fact that it seemed as awkward for him to say as it was for her to hear didn’t even cross her mind as she took another drink of the soda in her hand, wondering how long it would take before this little interaction went sour, the way that they always did.
“Ohh, forgive me for not having every snappy remark in my repertoire to fire back at the resident criminal.” She laughed, shaking her head. “Well I definitely didn’t think it was a shooter game since you don’t do blood.” There was a part of her that already felt nervous, and hoped that he would back out of his end so that she didn’t have to embarrass herself in front of him. She had really good reflexes, but strategy? It… wasn’t always her forte, which was embarrassing for her to admit.
Her eyebrow arched as he spoke to her, and she couldn’t help the small smile that stole over her face. “Well yeah, how do you think you managed to get me to agree to come back and get my ass handed to me at video games?” Piper rubbed her fingertips together, taking the final drink out of her can of Dr. Pepper, and suddenly regretting the fact that it was empty, if only because now she had no idea what she could use as a crutch, or a way to distract herself from what was happening with every passing moment that she talked to him. Now she had nothing, and she didn’t really know how to feel about that.
“You draw? No wonder you’re friends with Jaxon.” Piper knew very well about Jaxon’s hidden talent and secret love of drawing, and honestly she was glad that he had someone that he could share that with. “What’s your favorite thing to sketch?” She had literally no idea what drawing entailed, but she knew that it was something that took a lot of practice, and a lot of time, and quite frankly she couldn’t stay still long enough to tolerate it.
“Well, when I’m not flying to the nearest field for a snack,” she chuckled, shaking her head as she pulled both of her legs up, crossing them as she sat in the chair and looking almost like she was suspended perfectly in the air. Her reflexes and balance were impeccable, after all. “Probably Cajun food, or Chinese.” She reached up with one hand, wrapping one of her tightly wound curls around it. “It’s… been a while since I’ve really been able to have either. Between foster care and spending the last year being homeless, I ate what I got and didn’t question it.” She shrugged, looking up at him and tried to feel a little more at ease. “What about you?”
Post by Cameron Gallagher on Mar 9, 2019 0:03:16 GMT
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There was no chewing involved?
Cam didn’t know if it made him feel better or worse either. He put his arm over his stomach, feigning a heaving motion as he made his best vomiting sound with his mouth. ”Okay-- does that gross you out like a little bit? Because that’s important.” If they were in agreement that swallowing mice whole was fucking revolting then that was good but if she was going to make a habit of talking about how normal it was, he’d need to walk around with a barf bag.
He raised an eyebrow as she implied that being a human full time wasn’t doing it for her. ”I’m glad you have them, then,” he admitted. Suddenly, the thought of Piper flying off and never coming back brought him a pit to his stomach. ”Being human sucks ass. You wouldn’t make me do it alone,” he challenged in good humor. He figured there was a lot to her that she wasn’t disclosing and he wasn’t about to push her to share it with him, but he wanted her to know that she was important to him. Or… could she already be important to him? He barely knew her.
”I told the police that he was trying to stop me,” he admitted hesitantly, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. ”But then he said the same thing.” He’d tried to get Jaxon completely out of it, ready to take on the full force of the police department. Jaxon hadn’t let him. And he was appreciative for it. ”I should’ve known he would. I don’t want to get him into trouble again.” Again… getting himself into trouble was fine. Involving other people… not so much.
He glanced at the can in her hand, smirking slightly. ”So… Dr. Pepper… trash, right?” I mean, after what he and Jaxon had gone through to acquire some, everyone seemed to be underestimating the taste of the soda. ”It’s all I used to drink during the summer with Ma-- my brother,” he admitted, grinning at the memory.
He smirked when she, correctly, assumed that he wasn’t into bloody games. ”They’re boring, anyway. You can play them and not think about what you’re doing at all. In Portal, the goals are difficult to reach.” But… not so difficult that they were impossible. He liked that part of it. He had to strategize, and something told him Piper would enjoy it too. She was definitely smart from where he was sitting.
”You want another?” he asked her, reaching under his bed and grabbing a second soda when he realized that she’d finished. He hadn’t so much noticed how she’d used it as a source for her attention, but having something to drink while talking made things a bit less awkward nonetheless.
His face turned pink when she asked him what he liked to sketch. ”Dumb stuff. And I’m not that good. I mean, especially next to Jaxon. He’s crazy good.” He looked up to Jaxon for many reasons… that being one of them. He never considered himself a great artist, but it was definitely a way for him to unwind. ”Did a dragon this week. Just random stuff. Aisling is really good at drawing people-- we go to the library to draw a lot.”
He gave her his full attention, waiting eagerly for her to announce her favorite food. NOLA had such a wide variety of choices to choose from. Probably Cajun food, or Chinese.”Cajun’s really good,” he agreed.
She mentioned being homeless and he couldn’t help but feel upset that she’d struggled through that. It took him a minute to build up the courage to respond to that.
”Well, now, your home is in… like… the best place in the country for food,” he offered, grinning.
What about you?”Tomorrow, my favorite is Cajun,” he explained, smirking. ”I have some coupons for some Cajun food from that place around the corner. You busy?” he asked, putting himself out there and fucking terrified. He didn’t have coupons, but there was no way Piper was paying for that meal.
Piper couldn’t even help the laugh that pulled from her lips at the sight of Cam pretending to be sick over her revelation that when it came to eating a field mouse, there was no chewing involved. She doubted that he wanted to hear the specifics; the way that the bones and skin and fur would be shredded apart by the sharp bones in her throat, that she would eventually throw it all back up later. Truth being told, she hated thinking about it too, she hated remembering the times that she had actually done it. The whole process made her feel sick to her stomach. “Oh yeah it’s fucking disgusting, but I had you going for a minute there, didn’t I?” There was a little glint in her eye as she waited for his next move, secretly hoping for a laugh or something like that. She liked his smile, or well… she wasn’t sure that she would call it a smile so much as an infuriating smirk, but… she liked it all the same. She had a feeling that his laugh would be much the same; infuriating but enjoyable.
Honestly, as much as she loved giving him a hard time, there was already a part of her that was growing attached to Cam on some level. She wasn’t aware of it, she wasn’t thinking about it, but the fact of the matter was that he was starting to work his way under her skin, and to wiggle his way into her good graces, even after being the reason that his brother had gotten arrested. What was it about him? The fact that despite the rebel streak he seemed to possess he was a genuinely good guy? Normally Piper was not this trusting of a person, but considering he was friends with her brother and seemed to be almost on the nervous side when it came to her, well, she was starting to at least relax. “Mmm… I guess I can’t leave you alone with my brother. Between the two of you god knows what would happen.” The sharp humor rolled off of her tongue, but she felt some deeper truth behind the words, and she wondered what the hell that was about. She barely knew this guy, having an actual thought about him that went deeper than “this guy’s an asshole” was rare.
At Cam’s admission, though, she stopped. She hadn’t been expecting that, and she wasn’t quite sure what to do with it. He’d… tried to take responsibility for a crime that they had committed together in order to spare her brother, and there was something about that that resonated in her. She knew, in that moment, that she would never be able to do the same for him, not if it meant tearing her family apart. Still, she wasn’t surprised that Jaxon had. That was the kind of person that he was. “Yeah of all the things you just said, the thing that surprises me the least is that Jaxon didn’t let you take the full wrap for it.”
“The absolute worst. I feel like you should know I’m only drinking this out of politeness.” Piper’s tone was dry, but she couldn’t help the smirk that pulled over her lips, making the whole thing not quite believable. While she certainly wouldn’t be robbing a convenience store for a mini fridge full of the drink anytime soon, it was really good, not that she was in any hurry to tell either Cam or her brother that. “It’s all I used to drink during the summer with Ma-- my brother.” Piper’s head tilted slightly to the side, so the brother had a name. From the way that he was avoiding any and all mentions of him, she wouldn’t have been surprised if the name had been washed away from his mind completely. Of course, she knew better than anybody that wasn’t how it worked. She could remember the names of each and every foster family that she had ever had, and while she didn’t ever say them again… they were there, in her mind, festering like they were open wounds. She supposed that no matter how much Cam hated his brother, it might be like that for him, too.
“Sure.” She reached out, her fingers brushing against his as she took the can from him. Honestly, she was a little surprised to feel the smoothness of skin, wondering if maybe the seemingly chameleon-like abilities of his skin had changed the texture of it. Apparently that was not the case, and she flushed a little pink as she realized that she was staring at his hand. The conversation moved, and she was grateful for it, the awkwardness somewhat washed away as he turned pink. “Well, if you ever feel like sharing, I’d love to see them. I can’t draw at all, so at the very least it could be a confidence boost.”
However, as the conversation turned to food—which she found a bit on the ironic side considering how well their last conversation about what she ate went, she felt a little of the awkwardness return. She watched his face after she had told him about her being homeless, looking for changes about how he would react to that. Expecting revulsion, and not seeing it, was something that threw her. Most of the people in New Orleans hated the idea of homelessness, and that was something that she faced every day when she was playing on the streets, wanting to not look too unkempt or too much like she hadn’t had a hot shower in a hot minute. Cam didn’t have that, and that meant something to her. “Tomorrow, my favorite is cajun.” She looked at him then, really looked. What was he trying to get at? What was his angle? Her lips parted as he continued, both surprised and a little overwhelmed with everything that he had just said. He wanted to take her to dinner? Why?
“Um,” she readjusted her grip on the can of Dr. Pepper, suddenly feeling keenly aware of the moisture on her palms. “I mean, no, but… of all the people in this house, you want to take me for dinner? Why?” Her thoughts turned to the things that she had just said, and she mentally kicked herself. “If it’s because I was homeless… I mean I’m fine now obviously, you don’t have to do that.” She didn’t want, or need, anybody feeling sorry for her. Not Cam, not her brother, not anybody.
Post by Cameron Gallagher on Apr 1, 2019 0:53:24 GMT
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Was she lightening up? She was going along with his jokes and almost sounded like she wasn't completely disgusted with his existence.
When Piper lied about how much she liked the soda, Cam laughed. "Making that much of a sacrifice just to make a good impression on me?" he asked, once again the corners of his lips pulling up. Either she liked the soda, or she cared about what he thought. He won either way.
The moment after their hands touched seemed to last for hours. He wouldn't have noticed it, but she seemed so fixated on it. He was almost afraid-- maybe he'd made a mistake. He needed to be more careful-- not everyone was okay with physical contact. Not that he'd meant to throw it in her face. It had just... happened. Was something wrong with his hand?
"My hands are always cold," he pointed out after a moment's hesitance, wanting to come up with any excuse to acknowledge what had just happened and move on.
He did grin when she mentioned wanting to see his drawings. He didn't usually show them off, and he definitely wasn't ready for her to see them, but her interest was enough for him to appreciate. The way he brought his emotions into his art, though... some of those drawings were only for his eyes.
"It'd only be a confidence boost if I got to see some of yours, too, for comparison," he joked, though he waved a hand. "Maybe next time." He'd probably be saying 'maybe next time' for a while, but it didn't mean she'd never get there.
He knew she wasn't sure how to respond to his invitation. He'd expected as much, though he was hoping a small part of her wanted to go. He let her get her concerns out in the open, not stepping in until she was finished.
"I don't take girls on charity dates. That's, like, way more social interaction than I'm willing to endure," he pointed out lightly. He would never subject himself to such an awkward situation just because he felt bad for someone. "I was thinking more because I only have two friends here and I've dragged them both to enough dinners," he explained, shrugging. Maybe he was in the mood for something different.
Honestly, Piper wasn’t completely disgusted with his existence, and that fact surprised her just as much as it would probably surprise anybody else. She had come into this room thinking one thing about the man still sitting on the floor in front of her, but now… now she could feel herself lightening up, relaxing and letting herself relax even though every impulse in her mind told her to not do just that. She just… wasn’t good with people, she never had been, so now that she had found one that actually seemed like he might not completely hate her… well, that was something that she kind of wanted to hold onto. Regardless of how this entire thing had started, with her literally giving him the worst time imaginable about her big brother being arrested and joking around about not letting him get squished by the furniture that he had been foolishly moving by himself.
He laughed, and Piper smiled almost brightly at the sound. The sound of it made her feel… light, as if her problems had disappeared because she had heard his laugh, something that she had a feeling was rare outside of the few friends that he had. It was nothing like what she thought it would be, but honestly it was in the best way. “Maybe. You tell anybody that and I’ll deny it, though.” And she had a really good feeling that she would be the one that they would believe, considering the whole house knew by now that Piper didn’t really get along with anybody except for her brothers.
“No it’s not that, your hands are fine. Perfectly normal temperature and everything.” Piper tried to think of a way to explain that she had thought that his hands would feel different, more scaly or something, without making it sound like an insult, but she came up short. Instead, she just… let the words come in the most eloquent way that she could. “I wasn’t sure if your hands would feel like, different because you can change it.” Not that eloquent, but it was the least insulting way she could think of to say it. “They don’t, for the record.” Her cheeks felt hot, and she mentally kicked herself for getting this flustered over something that was supposed to be really fucking easy.
If there was one person who could understand someone not wanting to reveal everything, it was Piper. Despite the fact that her emotional work was a lot more performative, there were certain songs that she wouldn’t, and honestly couldn’t play in public. She didn’t want anybody to see her in those moments when she was weakest, when she was pulling from a place that she didn’t like to explore. All her life, only Jaxon had ever seen her cry, and she was going to do everything in her power to make sure that continued. In her world, perception was everything, and if people perceived her as weak, she would be a target. She had lived that life. The last thing that she wanted to do was go back when it seemed like she had finally, finally escaped it. She was going to be strong, she had to be, because if she wasn’t that was like admitting that the fucked up shit that had happened to her from the time that she was born had won in the end. That wasn’t a fate that she was willing to accept.
So, yeah, she would be able to understand Cam not wanting to bear his soul and show her the drawings that he’d been working on. “Oh, definitely. I can drag out my probably unflattering doodles and awful beach drawings.” She had always wanted to go to a beach, but with everything else that she had to worry about, there wasn’t really time for her to explore the area around where they were living, unless all of them could go. With a majority of the places that they had lived in being landlocked, New Orleans was really her first opportunity. Truth be told, she planned on getting out there at some point, but that wasn’t something that she was going to tell Cam, especially if he didn’t push for the knowledge.
“I don’t take girls on charity dates.” So… this was a date. Piper flushed a bit, but even she had to chuckle at the next statement to pass his lips. In that, they were alike. The thought of going on a date with most people made Piper want to crawl right out of her skin and hide away in her room like a hermit. The thought of going on a date with Cam, however, didn’t do that, though there was a part of her that wondered if it was the best idea. Make no mistake, she didn’t want to think the worst of Cam, but more than once she had been in a situation where someone gave her something and expected a… favor in return, and while she was sure that she could probably kick the shit out of Cam if she had to, she didn’t want to be in that situation to begin with. Piper reached up, tucking a strand of curly brown hair behind her ear, thinking about how she wanted to answer.
He continued, and she looked up at him, feeling oddly exposed and vulnerable in the brief moment that had passed between them. What the hell was happening, why was she being like this? It was just dinner, it wasn’t… it was a date. “Okay.” The word came without her even thinking it, and a small smile pulled at the corners of her lips even as a weird and slightly uncomfortable feeling settled in her stomach. Nerves. She was nervous, but not in a bad way. “I’d… Yeah, I’d like that.”