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[bolderfell]

THERION
UN: TEALEAF22

STATUS: Undergraduate Student

ACCOLADES: I can hold a handstand for ten minutes.

BIO: 20. M. Scorpio. I don't hate long walks on the beach, but you're gonna get sand everywhere, you know.

© TESSISAMESS

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[bolderfell]

[Therion: Makes his network username "tea leaf" like no one will know that's Cockney rhyming slang for thief
Therion: Tags along on Phantom Thief missions for the lolz
Therion: Constantly stealing miscellaneous items from fellow classmates
Therion: LIVING A LIFE OF CONSTANT SKETCHINESS
Anyone: So, you're a thief, right
Therion: nANI???

Great. Now it's his turn to feel flustered and emotional and exposed, clutching his scarf up over the entire lower half of his face.]

Wow. Thanks.

[X(((((]

It's the kind of thing that's easier to hide when you can leave.

[There, now that's two things she knows. He's a thief and he's trapped here.]

[strings_theory]

[This is the best right now and she's honestly glad that they've ended up here instead of... whatever the hell they were doing before.]

Yeah, well. Are you really going to complain when the food here is free and good and you don't have to pay for jack fucking shit? [She sure isn't. She's ate better here than she has anywhere else ever and not felt a second bad about it.]

You want to tell me any other shocking revelations or is that about all I'm getting?

[bolderfell]

Glad one of us is having fun.

[Now he's just sulking. Well, actually, the sulking's at least partially a cover for how off-balance he's been thrown; maybe these aren't shocking revelations to her, but he's having a time, okay?]

...Isn't that enough for one day? Not like there's that much more to know. Nothing you can't guess from context.

[strings_theory]

Don't have to sulk over it.

[It's better than her having an actual crisis, isn't it? Letting her have a moment to focus on something else and relax a little.

Especially when she's finally sitting again and just trying to beckon him.]

Come here a sec, wanna show you something. I'm done prying into your life's history for the day, promise.

[bolderfell]

[It's a struggle, because really he'd like to leave and go soothe his wounded pride and also freak out a little about someone knowing his occupation without him realizing, but eventually, he accedes.]

...Fine.

[He stops clinging to his scarf and slinks over, still wearing his grouchy face.]

[strings_theory]

[There's something about that grouchy face that amuses her far too much, which... gave her an idea, actually.

Hopefully she can get around a little issue here by playing him just right. Mostly by first trying to reach out to take his arm. Gentle touches, Jolyne.

Which she's fairly certain he won't let her do, but this is just the first step.]

[bolderfell]

[Yeah, no. Of course he pulls his arm away, that's just instinct, and now he's even more confused. He frowns, trying to read her intention off her face.]

What?

[strings_theory]

[Yep, that's what she thought he'd do. And she's absolutely frowning at him, maybe this will work...]

I just need your arm for a second, trust me for once. It's nothing bad.

[bolderfell]

[Whether it'd be good for him or not, letting his guard down isn't something that comes easily to Therion, especially when he's already out of sorts. Even with her assurances, it takes him a moment to decide.

In the end, though, he sighs through his nose and holds that arm she wanted out, palm-up, towards her.]

Jolyne Cujoh, a liar

[strings_theory]

[Good.

Because she's a liar and just going to take his wrist gently in one hand and then absolutely turn shit around to try and get a quick cheek peck.

The second she does or doesn't get that is when she lets go and is up and moving again. Mostly to compose herself and unlock that door if he feels the need to flee. She's not sure why she's doing that, but something in her is telling her that she's probably pushed her luck far enough that a retreat would be necessary.]

HOW WILL HE EVER TRUST AGAIN

[bolderfell]

[Therion's powers are finely tuned for dodging knives and punches. Not soft schoolyard kisses.

Jolyne disengages and he jumps back, hand up and over his face--not where her lips landed, but where the heat's rushing up to the surface. Turns out he's not too dark-skinned to blush.

He looks like he might say something, like he's trying to think of something to say, but he finally just clears his throat and makes his escape quick. Once he's safely out in the hall, he glances back, taking another breath like he'd like to get the last word in...

But then he just hides his whole face in his hand, too flustered even to speak, and hurries off.]