Outcasters: In Love and War » Places

         

Speech~ #6699CC // Thoughts~ #114477
Theme~ New Years Day // The Joker

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▌Scavenger felt awkward under the heavy weight of the silence between herself and Ashley, and she still couldn't bring herself to look up for what felt like the longest time. The unpleasant heat had cooled some, her natural cold temperature working to heal the burns on her tongue and the inside of her cheeks, but she still felt uncomfortable; as if the heat was working its way through her and providing a warmth she couldn't stand.

Suddenly, she felt a soft hand brushing against the skin of hers, causing her stare to shoot towards Ashley, her cheeks turning a soft shade of pink. Such gestures were uncommon between the two girls, but not completely unwelcome - at least in Scavenger's mind. It was almost strange to her that Ashley would do something like this, especially having been claimed by Victoria. The woman was a vile, inhuman creature, a true Demon. Fearing what she might do if she found out about the touch - strange though it might sound - removed any and all of Scavenger's enjoyment of feeling Ashley's hand against hers. "Hey. Don't beat yourself up for it," Ashley began, wearing a smirk. "At least you know what coffee tastes like." This caused Scavenger to smile subtly, almost saying, I'd rather not know. They were interrupted by the waitress who was carrying their plate of food. Their plate of hot food.

Scavenger watched with disdain in evident in her expression as the food was set down in front of her, her eyes working over each item on the plate. "You don't have to eat anything," Ashley's voice spoke, distracting Scavenger's attention from the breakfast meal. "It's enough that you are even sitting in here with me." She took a moment to think and sighed quietly to herself, clasping her hands together on her lap and looking down for a second or two. She could not say with any honesty that she wanted to eat the food; she had no hunger, and hence no desire to consume mortal foods. But she wanted to at least try it for the sake of not being a complete and utter awkward mess. And so when she looked up, she gave a tight-lipped smile.

"I will try to eat," she began, "but I cannot do so while it is so hot, so I will wait a moment." Scavenger lifted her hand and clasped the edges of the plate with the tips of her fingers, and almost without effort, began decreasing its temperature. Such a small use of her abilities meant that she did not require a great deal of focus, and so she met Ashley's gaze, perhaps a little more cheery than she had been only a few moments before. It was one of her many quirks; her moods didn't last long. "Please, don't feel that you have to wait for me, I know you are hungry. You should eat."

Scavenger then resumed focus on her own plate, which had cooled considerably - as had the food sat on top of it. She eyed the selection with immense curiosity in her eyes. She chewed her lip indecisively, before looking up at Ashley, then down at the cutlery. "I use the little metal things, right? To eat?" she asked, reaching for one with the forked end and turning it around in her hand for a moment, seemingly observing it and trying to figure out its purpose. Other people seemed to be used it as a way to pick up the food they were eating. She frowned, wondering why they weren't just using their hands, but humans were weird creatures - there was a lot she had to question in this realm. Turning the object around so that the forked end was facing downwards, she carefully lowered it and pierced it into what she knew was a sausage. She knew of them, but she'd never tried one. The fork was hanging from a light grip between her thumb and forefinger as she lifted it up and tried a bite. It wasn't hot, which was good for her, and it didn't take bitter. It wasn't the worst thing she'd been made to try, at the very least. And with that, she felt a little more comfortable, as if she had accomplished some great feat by taking a bite of the sausage.

"So, uh..." she started, suddenly taking note of the silence between the two of them. "I was thinking I might talk to Alex... See if I can get us a more interesting assignment," she suggested, setting down the forked utensil. "Is there anything you'd prefer? It might help if I go in there with an idea, since he won't give us one out of the kindness of his heart so I'd have to give a pretty convincing argument," she explained with a small laugh, though the seriousness hidden behind her eyes suggested that she did not appreciate her father's cruel, professional attitude towards her.