(ooc: I hope I’m doing this right. Leaving this in Miscellaneous because I’m still not 100% certain what genre it will end up being, but it sure is contemporary)
Tahl and Jorah were not welcome in the greasy, edge of the neighborhood diner where they found themselves lingering. The fact that they had ordered only water was only the first of their sins. They fell in the category of “Youths”, probably too old for high school but young enough that they really should have somewhere to be in the middle of the afternoon. They were ragged, pale, and looked like they had recently jumped in a laske (because they had). Most suspiciously, they both had respirator-like masks covering half their faces. Tahl imagined they must seem like gang members. Or drug addicts. Possibly both.
She had to keep pulling her mask away a little to get her straw to her mouth. Jorah has clearly given up on his. He was stretch out to his full (considerable) length, dangling his legs off the edge of the booth so he could lean back and close his eyes. He looked dried out and exhausted already. Tahl would have bet his gills were red under his mask. Things were getting to be harder than she thought they would be.
She dipped a finger in her glass and flicked a droplet of water at him. He just grunted. Not getting the reaction she wanted, she sighed and settled her head in her hands. After a minute of concentration a tiny whirlpool formed in the centre of her glass, the straw spinning wildly.
~Stop That.~ Said her brother’s voice in her head. He still hadn’t moved. ~Someone’s going to notice.~
~We’re already pretty noticeable,~ she retorted, also through the link they shared. There was no point arguing with him aloud.
Jorah shifted in a way that might be taken for a shrug. ~Everything else can be explained. You’re going to get us caught~
Tahl huffed audibly, but let her drink settle again. Instead, she changed tactics.
~I want a hamburger~
~We have to save money.~
~We could split it?~
Jorah finally opened his eyes to give her a quelling look, but she could tell he was smiling behind his mask. Unfortunately, he noticed how many looks they were getting and started to stand.
Tahl mock scowled at him for looming. Most average sized people were taller than her. Jorah towered over her. If he’d been built less like a refrigerator they would look a lot more alike, gender aside. They had the same black hair, green tinged pallor, and sharp features. It was probably for the best that he wasn't shorter. The sameness creeped people out already.
Sighing again, she took her brother’s hand and let him drag her out of the restaurant. As the door swung shut behind them, a sink on the kitchen overflowed.
Tahl and Jorah were not welcome in the greasy, edge of the neighborhood diner where they found themselves lingering. The fact that they had ordered only water was only the first of their sins. They fell in the category of “Youths”, probably too old for high school but young enough that they really should have somewhere to be in the middle of the afternoon. They were ragged, pale, and looked like they had recently jumped in a laske (because they had). Most suspiciously, they both had respirator-like masks covering half their faces. Tahl imagined they must seem like gang members. Or drug addicts. Possibly both.
She had to keep pulling her mask away a little to get her straw to her mouth. Jorah has clearly given up on his. He was stretch out to his full (considerable) length, dangling his legs off the edge of the booth so he could lean back and close his eyes. He looked dried out and exhausted already. Tahl would have bet his gills were red under his mask. Things were getting to be harder than she thought they would be.
She dipped a finger in her glass and flicked a droplet of water at him. He just grunted. Not getting the reaction she wanted, she sighed and settled her head in her hands. After a minute of concentration a tiny whirlpool formed in the centre of her glass, the straw spinning wildly.
~Stop That.~ Said her brother’s voice in her head. He still hadn’t moved. ~Someone’s going to notice.~
~We’re already pretty noticeable,~ she retorted, also through the link they shared. There was no point arguing with him aloud.
Jorah shifted in a way that might be taken for a shrug. ~Everything else can be explained. You’re going to get us caught~
Tahl huffed audibly, but let her drink settle again. Instead, she changed tactics.
~I want a hamburger~
~We have to save money.~
~We could split it?~
Jorah finally opened his eyes to give her a quelling look, but she could tell he was smiling behind his mask. Unfortunately, he noticed how many looks they were getting and started to stand.
Tahl mock scowled at him for looming. Most average sized people were taller than her. Jorah towered over her. If he’d been built less like a refrigerator they would look a lot more alike, gender aside. They had the same black hair, green tinged pallor, and sharp features. It was probably for the best that he wasn't shorter. The sameness creeped people out already.
Sighing again, she took her brother’s hand and let him drag her out of the restaurant. As the door swung shut behind them, a sink on the kitchen overflowed.
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