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[ That's a good thing, right? Is he really? He keeps staring at her then slowly uses his free hand and moves it over to the other one, mimicking her motion from earlier and pinching himself.

That...
Didn't do anything. He didn't even feel it. Nice try, R. He's a little disappointed that did nothing but all well. What was he expecting? His skin do show the red under it like hers did?
Le sigh. Or it would be a sigh if he would sigh that was more of an air-y little grunt. You suck at sighing, R. ]

Yeah. [ Her dad would probably shoot him anyway. ]

[It's a good thing, definitely an interesting thing, and maybe it was like R's friend had said - they had changed things. They'd shaken things up enough to have those hellish undead creatures hounding them. Maybe this was just the beginning.

She watches what he does, her eyebrows faintly drawn together, but she's not surprised when he doesn't get the same result.] Hm. [A moment passes, then she lets go of her beer and places her hand over his - the skin of her palm is damp and cold from the bottle.]

[ He's thinking about it. Maybe it did something. Maybe- Oh, who is he kidding. It's not like he has M to ask, 'Hey, do you feel any different or is it just me being weird?'

That moment is spent where he just stares, like he does. Lost in a thought about it. His eyes dart to his hand and makes a very slight motion like he was going to jerk it away before deciding against it. He scrunches his face up slightly. Julie, cold damp hands are not as pleasant as- Wait. Now we're confused. ]

[She's staring at him, intent and curious as her fingers clasp over his.]

Can you feel that?

[He could, couldn't he? Though her voice is a little hushed there's an excitement in it. If he can feel it, then that's new and different and it means something.]

[ It's a fluke and his hand broke. All the nerves just fired off for one last time as the hand reaches it's final stage of decomposition and will now rot off. Goodbye hand. You were a good eating tool. I'll miss you.

Or it's just he's temperature sensitive now. Huh. Way better and explains the rain. And means something. Not sure what exactly but it does. ]

Yes...

[ Oh man. Now what? ]

[Her expression brightens in the instant of his admission, and she lifts her hand up from his, only to press it against his cheek.

Still cold, still a little damp.]

What about this?

[ He's staring at her completely dumbfounded, mouth agape like an idiot. Well fuck. That feels so weird.
Not in a bad way though it's just. Okay. He has no idea what to do here. ]

Uh-huh.

[A giddy sound of triumph escapes her. Quickly, she picks up the bottle from the bar...

... and abruptly puts it against his neck.]

[ Now what is she doin--

-FUCK THAT'S COLD. Oh my god. Why. He pulls his shoulders up completely and makes an uncomfortable face, turning himself to get away from it and---

slips right out of his chair. ]

Uhh...

Shit!

[The bottle is abandoned in favour of her sliding out of her chair to help him and yes, yes she is laughing. She's laughing so hard she can't stop, in fact, and she's definitely going to be no help at all in getting him up off the floor.

There might be some tears there, too, quickly rubbed away with the heel of her hand. Something about it is cathartic in a way she can't explain.]

Oh my God, R...

[ He pushes himself up awkwardly. God. This was going so well too. He's fine. Didn't even feel it.

-Is she laughing at him? Oh my god. She's laughing at him. She's laughing really hard, actually. ...Guess that would be pretty funny. His mouth twitches into a smile. When was the laugh time she laughed that hard? ]

Oops.

[Julie has her face in her hands and she's laughing and her face hurts and it's twisting around her stomach in a good way. The last time she laughed this hard? She couldn't remember.

She looks at him through her fingers and giggles, and doesn't give one single flying fuck if people might be staring. Again.]

Sorry, that was my fault.

[ Julie has a beautiful laugh. Her whole face lights up. He looks like an idiot and it's in front of people(so much for looking like a normal guy in here) but worth it. If she doesn't care, then he won't. ]

Th--that's ..okay. [ No worries. ]

[She uses the nearest chair to pull herself up, and offers her hand down to him, chuckling still - once the laughter had started, she was finding it hard to stop.]

Here. I'll sit down and act like a normal person now, okay?

[ Just act like Julie. You don't have to be a normal person. He takes her hand and carefully pulls himself up before easing himself back into his seat. ]

That was... funny.

[Another chuckle. She takes a pull of her beer, makes a soft 'mm' sound of appreciation, and lets her free hand rest on the bar.]

Well, thank you, but I won't do it again too soon. I might get us kicked out of the bar.

N..nah.. [ The owner is a nice guy. They can't get banned from the bar. At least, he doesn't think they can. Not unless they did something awful like lean across the bar and eat that really tasty looking bartender with the skull that looks like it probably has great brains in there... Mm. Brains.

Ehem.

He keeps moving his own beer back and forth now. Poking it with a finger. Cold beer, cold beer. You are so cold. ]

[Julie parts her lips to speak, but instead she just watches him, retreating slightly into her own thoughts. Yes, she knows he's one of the creatures that have been hunting down and killing regular humans for as long as she can remember. One of the creatures that killed her friends, Nora's brother.. her mom.

She knows that he killed Perry.

Yet.. she can't find it in herself to hate him for that. Perry was already resigned to death and its inevitability and in a way.. she'd already mourned him long before he was killed.

Julie watches R in the way she usually does - intent, wondering just what he is. She's asked that question many times and never got an answer. What is he..?

Maybe he's just R.]

Hey. You gonna show me around when we're done here?

[ He turns his head back to her and gives a single nod in reply. He'll show her whatever she wants. Except maybe the ocean. He's not exactly a swimmer, that should be obvious. He'd probably sink and stay there. ]

[The last time Julie saw the beach it wasn't really a beach. It was the grit-covered brick and tarmac where the ocean had flooded the city and claimed it back. Eight feet had been all it took.

She would definitely like to see the beach.

Julie finishes her beer quickly and stands up with a pleasant buzz in the back of her mind. She'd been making small talk (very small, and mostly from her) but now she's all business.]

What are you showing me first?

[ What is he showing her first? Crap. He should've thought this one out. He stares blankly while his mind racks up what to share with her. What's a highlight?

Pretty nature things.
Actual people shopping things.
That place where you live
THINGS... ]

Hrm... [ A shrug. We're going to wing it, Julie. ]

Tch! [While he stares she waves a hand in front of his face. This has to be difficult for him, but Julie wouldn't be Julie if she wasn't always poking and prodding to see what he could do.]

Pick something. Anything.

[ This is hard. He's not really top notch with the processing ability. He doesn't mind her poking and prodding though. He thinks it makes him pick up the pace maybe. Force himself not to settle into zombie grunts. ANYTHING ANYTHING.... ]

Store. [ Store? Okay store. Shopping it is. Julie has things to pick from that are all fresh and new and working and not dirty. Which store? We haven't thought that far ahead. ]

Store? You wanna take me shopping?

[She looks down at her clothes. Though they're clean they're old and worn and the top has a few small holes in it. Okay, R, that's not such a bad idea.]

Huh. Okay, lead the way.

Yes.

[ Not necessarily clothes shopping but he sees where she's going with that. Holes and whatnot. His are--- ...uh. Ya know. Anyway.

He pushes himself to his feet and stares at the bartender for a second. Wait. He's supposed to pay this guy. Put it on the tab, dude. Does he have a tab? They'll sort that out later. The guy isn't going to bother him about it now. Bye bar. He's walking out after taking a hold of Julie's hand. This way. ]

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