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Post by Aya Brea on Oct 12, 2011 19:28:52 GMT -5
"Don't worry about it, better me then some poor guy on the street." I laughed slightly at the thought of Lea wandering the street telling random people about his problems like a mad man.
"I have coffee, water, juice, soda, some vodka..." I searched the fridge when I remembered something. "Oh right, you don't drink alcohol. Nevermind that." Either way, I pulled out the vodka and soda for me though. If I was going to stay up and listen to Lea's problems, I'm going to need it.
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Post by Lea on Oct 12, 2011 19:38:57 GMT -5
He smiled. "Not quite eighteen yet, and if I'm caught drinking, Tifa has to fire me," he explained. "But Ill have some soda, if you don't mind. I don't even really care what kind."
It felt like a weight had come off of him; maybe he was right in coming here.
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Post by Aya Brea on Oct 12, 2011 19:45:03 GMT -5
Rolling my eyes, I walked out with two glasses. Sarcastically I thought 'Yes, because the cops are going to come in here with Tifa anytime now...' I set the glass down before him and sat down with my alcoholic concoction. "I just turned 18. Thank God to, my fake ID was starting to look a bit outdated." I stopped for a bit and laughed nervously. "No telling anyone I had a fake ID, I swear I'm 18 now."
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Post by Lea on Oct 12, 2011 19:52:32 GMT -5
He laughed. "Cross my heart," he swore, then sighed, chuckling.
"Well... I suppose I should be truthful about alcohol and I. There's this little problem I have with my abilities, where whenever I get overly emotional, or lose control, I have a tendency to burn things without meaning to." He rolled his eyes. "I think you like your apartment the way it is."
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Post by Aya Brea on Oct 12, 2011 20:04:32 GMT -5
I glanced around my apartment. "Apartments tend to be more... Livable when not burned to a crisp. I'd definitely prefer this place the way it is."
Looking down at my hand, I played with some healing magic, grateful that my ability couldn't hurt anyone or destroy my home. "If I lost control or something, I'd probably heal everyone within a few feet of me." That was a joke of course, I can't lose control of my power. The worst thing that can happen is I don't like someone and can't heal them. The more I like someone, the better the healing job I do, if not then well... You're on your own. "My dad was upset I didn't have a more offensive ability. Oh well, sucks for him..."
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Post by Lea on Oct 12, 2011 20:14:26 GMT -5
He looked up at her.
"Isn't your dad human?" he asked, curious - he'd heard her mention something about her mom during the last fight.
The moment the question left his mouth, he regretted it. "...Ach, I'm sorry. Here I am, coming into your house in the middle of the night, bothering you with my problems, and then prying into your personal life..." He ran his hand through his hair, a reflexive gesture. "I must seem like such a jerk."
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Post by Aya Brea on Oct 12, 2011 20:20:51 GMT -5
"Nah, don't worry about it. My dad was the human in the family but he still wanted someone with a strong offensive ability to keep debt collectors off. Obviously I wasn't a good candidate for that, and neither was my Mom because she wanted to be as human as possible, which meant her not using her demonic abilities." He did seem genuinely sorry about prying. "You aren't a jerk for being curious or needing to talk to somebody."
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Post by Lea on Oct 12, 2011 20:22:39 GMT -5
He nodded.
"Humans can be as bad as demons sometimes," he offered.
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Post by Aya Brea on Oct 12, 2011 20:28:41 GMT -5
I nodded. "In this case, then yeah definitely. Oh well though. I don't have to deal with him and his nonsense anymore so I'm in the clear." I leaned back and took a sip. At this rate, I'm going to spill all my secrets out to Lea, but right now I didn't care.
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Post by Lea on Oct 12, 2011 20:29:34 GMT -5
He took a drink of his soda. "Hey. I'm not drinking, but I'd like to propose a toast, anyway." He raised the cup. "Interested?"
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Post by Aya Brea on Oct 12, 2011 20:33:11 GMT -5
"Toast to what? Troubled childhoods?"
I looked down to my drink and back at him. "Oh screw it, fine." I raised my glass to him and waited for him to do the same.
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Post by Lea on Oct 12, 2011 20:36:11 GMT -5
He raised his glass. "To being free from lousy childhoods, and jackass dads," he said, clinking his glass against hers.
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Post by Aya Brea on Oct 12, 2011 20:41:30 GMT -5
"That works" I took a sip from my cup. "I hope you realize that everything said here doesn't leave. I don't want to go to Veil and hear that everyone knows about my dad issues." It's not that I thought he'd tell people, so much as a 'just in case'. I don't need pity or anything like that.
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Post by Lea on Oct 12, 2011 20:47:22 GMT -5
He laughed. "Only as long as you don't go blabbing to everyone that I grew up in a Halfer camp."
He didn't need people pitying him - and he certainly didn't need people hating him. Whatever Neku might try, no rules in the world would keep the anti-Halfers out of Urbadelphia.
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Post by Aya Brea on Oct 12, 2011 20:52:57 GMT -5
My fingers motioned across my lips as if pulling an imaginary zipper. "Secret safe with me." The room was silent for a moment when I thought to say something.
"Let's find something else to talk about, hm?" I watched him for a reaction. "What do you think of everyone else? You know, Zack, Noctis, Shiki, so on so forth."
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