A girl with a service dog catches Jason’s eye, but he’s got to win over the girl and her dog, and the dog isn’t too sure about him
Jason noticed you every day during his morning run, always sitting on the same bench at the park, your dog at your feet, ready to assist at the mere sign of danger. Unfortunately for Jason, he seemed to think he was dangerous to you.
He had tried talking to you before, but as he got close to your bench, as you were distracted by the loud music on your earphones, the dog would always stand up, watching him like Jason meant any danger to its owner.
This happened every time, and he was getting out of ideas to get close to you. He had tried bringing it gifts, food even, but your dog remained faithfully aware of its and your surroundings, ready to keep the danger (Jason) away.
So this time, he decided to just watch. Not like a creep, but just observe you while he took a precisely timed break right in front of you. The dog, as usual, noticed him straight away, rising from his laying position to sit tightly at your feet. However, this time something different happened.
As the dog sat there, staring threateningly at Jason, you noticed his changing demeanor, placing a marker on your book and closing it to give the pup your full attention.
Jason found joy at the interaction, fresh like a new episode of his favorite show. He watched you play with the dog's ears, and leave pecks on its head. And then you looked up, staring straight at him, and he choked on his water. Recollecting himself, he saw you give him a wave, giving him enough confidence to walk your way.
As he got close, he could hear the growling of your dog getting louder.
“Simba, relax.” you cooed, caressing his head. You moved slightly to the side, giving Jason some space to sit beside you.
“Hi!” he greeted once he reached you, extending his hands for you to shake. Your touch was cold, frail, and you quickly retracted it to rest on your lap. “I’m Jason. I always see you around whenever I’m on a run around here.”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed…”you told him, timidly looking down at your dog to avoid his face. Jason found it adorable. “… you running past, sometimes I mean.”
“Oh, really?” he questioned, a smirk growing on his face. “Well, I’m certain your dog sure has noticed me before. I think he hates me.”
Laughing a little at his joke, you pet your dog once more, its chin resting on your legs, aware of your rapidly beating heart. “I’m sure he doesn’t, he just gets worried when I get nervous.”
The words came out of your lips without a second thought, and your head snapped up, your cheeks burned red, and Jason’s smirk only got larger.
“Well, how can I help you get less nervous?”
“I have no idea.” you answered shyly.
“Perhaps I can help you over dinner? Friday, 7pm?” he suggested, his heart now the one beating faster, going way off beat of its usual rhythm, and he wished your dog could calm him as well.
“Perhaps.”
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Did she want him to stay? Perhaps to initiate cuddles, did she expect it to quell their combined distress..?
Quietly he considers the frail lifeform before him, a anomalous discovery, fond would not begin to express his devotion to her, nor will his stubbron conscience begin to consider the actuality of her presence past her fleeting existence.
Perhaps this is why his species sought such dissociation with their rampent emotions…?
What would he do if the fall had killed her..?
Al-an doesn't even attempt to avoid acknowledging that it would likely prove to be her human companion's end as well…
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Oh no, a rainstorm! It really would be a shame if we got a flat tire, I mean where would we go? Maybe that weird looking castle down the road with all the motorcycles driving up to it. Man it really would be a shame if that happened.
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Another post about Leander being Leander
nnk2 people, can we just talk about this one moment in chapter 6? Like-
Look at how almost everyone is standing up straight, and Tani bent down hands on her knees, all of them just looking at lofty. But then you have Leander.
Half squat, in full observation mode, just looking like he's hyperfocused on figuring out what the fuck just happened to lofty after his transformation. Literally not a pose I'd expect a 300 yr old wizard like him to be in.
I've already been memeing the hell out of this screenshot with my school friend, and this should not be this funny to me
(Warning: bright colors)
An example of one of those memes:
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I will never get over the Thunderhead referring to a kid’s gruesome death as “stellar.”
On that note, do you think it’s the narrator of the original trilogy? I think it’s not, because it would not have access to scenes in conclave or any other scythe spaces, or Kwajalein for most of The Toll. When narrating “A Death of Many Colours,” it makes itself known and repeatedly interjects with clarifications and opinions, which doesn’t happen anywhere else in the series.
The narrator could be Cirrus telling the story of Earth to people on a new planet, since the narrator does have access to the Testament of the Toll which the Thunderhead wouldn’t have, but there’s the same problem of scythes’ privacy and the voice from Cirrus’ own short story being different.
I guess the narrator is just an undefined omniscient figure?
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