The Pagemaster

[Kennedy Snow]

                                           


Another lonely night, beautiful outside. Nobody was in the library, it was rare that anyone even came near it this late at night. This was when the Librarian Kennedy Snow was at her best. When no one was around. She could get work done, not have to worry about trying to maneuver around people. Truth be told she had worked here for years and most have only caught a glance as they came to the library for their reasons not to see the librarian, she always went home or out to this bistro she liked for lunch, and she lived off campus. So it was rare that anyone had seen her. Normally she would be in traditional uniform that the students wear. So that she could blend in and not many would try and ask her questions and make her talk because she had a bad stutter that at times made her sound really funny and she didn't like when people laughed at her.


But tonight she was wearing jeans and a grey t-shirt. she did have on her glasses, they were not necessary as she was blind, but she figured like in the books she read that they made her look dapper and posh. She started the book return for the night. Picking up a book she ran her hand across the spine. When books came in they always came in with a bar code that when scanned with her phone said the name of the book and the author so she could make a braille sticker with a braille label make she had and she put that sticker on the bottom of the book spines, the rest of the librarians and library workers as well did it although some did not know why.


With a smile on her face she bit her bottom lip and put the book down. Then she walked into her office at the back of the library and came out with a record player. She did not need a cane or a guide in the library she had been here enough she knew where everything was and those that she didn't had braille reminders. When she exited her office with the record player she tripped over the cord and fell back. Her hair came alive and Stopped her from hitting the ground then pushed her back up.


"Thanks"


It flailed around shaking the dirt out of it from hitting the floor as the janitor had not been to the library yet. Then she sat the record player down on the library counter. Her hair grabbed the cord and plugged it in as she was setting it down. Then she walked back to her office. She opened a cabinet and there was a stack of records. Sitting down in front of the cabinet she grabbed the records one by one running her hand over the braille labels she had on the record sleeves. Then she got a bigger smile on her face and closed her eyes then started to sway back and forth dancing to the music in her head.


She took the record currently in her hand and got up and walked into the library again and out of her office and walked over to the record player. Her hair flailed with excitement over the music she chose. Then she took the record out of its sleeve and put just held it up and her hair put it on the record player for her so she didn't have to feel around and find where she had put it. Then when her hair touched it she knew where it was and she flipped the switch turning it on.


Her hair lifted the needle and put it down on the record as it spun. She grabbed the cart of return books and ran her hand across the top ones so she knew where to go. Then she walked toward the A section in the fiction department and ran her hand along the front of the shelf feeling the A nonchalantly then she walked down the isle with her eyes closed. swaying to the


music. Once she got to where she needed to go her hair started to dance. Then her well sculpted body started to move and dance as she grabbed books and put them away running her hand along the books to see where they went. She loved this song it reminded her of the fairytales that she loved in the books and the happily ever afters.




Her hair grabbed books and put them away on the shelf across from her as she danced. As the music picked up so did her dancing to the point where she grabbed her label gun and started to sing into it like a microphone as she moved and her hair danced as it grabbed more books and put them away. She was all smiles and her eyes were closed. Kennedy liked these nights.

[Richard Buckles]

Richard sighed rubbing his forehead with his finger tips feel the rather strong vacuum of Elsa being gone. At least that is what he wanted to think about the situation. Sadly it was far worse than that as her officially being gone felt less a change or more the same. Showing him that their relationship was pretty doomed for a bit now. This was a far more depressing thought as he fought so hard to keep things together.

He had been so restless since his run in with the wild cat. Being force to be much more sedentary with his life for a bit more than a month, but no more he finally received word he could finally resume full range of motion with his arm. He might have waited to go work out till the morning but he couldn't sit still long enough to do his work. He dawned his blue t-short stamped with the Marine Corp logo and some black shorts and was heading to the gym.

The shirt had faded in the years since he got it but he couldn't let go of a remembrance of that part of his life. Just like his mind was about to be ushered into another reminder of his life through a chance encounter with an elusive creature to dancing and music. He was moving past the library a bit later in the night when a strange sound struck him.

He stopped as he had to wonder at this hour who was in there and playing music. So either meant someone who was staff was in there or someone playing around much as Poppy had in his empty classroom. He slid open the door which should have been locked by now as it was after hours. The music might not have agreed with him but he did happen to spy the woman who was moving around to the rhythm. He wasn't entirely sure how to react to this not to how her super long hair was lifting up books and putting them away.

It was a strange sight to behold to Richard as he moved in slowly letting the door close with little sound. He moved in inside and up closer though staying a big more than 10 feet away from her watching for a bit. He was really confused still by what he was seeing still. Was she new to the school? He didn't recognize her really and she was in a uniform so she had to be a student or so he thought.

He finally cleared his throat audibly as to alert her to his presence before he spoke "Well I suppose that's one way to handle closing up." he resounded with a soft and deep voice. He of course was ready to move as he had been attacked accidentally for startling someone before.

[Kennedy Snow]

In the middle of her little dance she was moving her hips really hard and flailing her head. She did not register the sound of the door. But her hair did and par of it moved in the direction of the door but she ignored it. Her hair then stopped putting away the books and let them drop to the ground. She got an angry look on her face as she felt them drop, it was disrespectful to the books. Still dancing she leaned down to pick up the books when she heard a man's voice. It scared the hell out of her she screamed and jumped back tripping over a book and nearly falling flat on her back but her hair caught her and helped her stand up then it made the shape of fists and shook them at the man. 

"H....H...who's...th..th....th...there?"

The music stopped as she leaned down and reached around picking up the books. She was terrified that someone was in the room but her first instinct was to save the books because children and students need to read was her reasoning. Once she got all the dropped ones off the ground she backed up. She never looked strait at the man in the room yet she could hear him breathing and knew where he was. Because she never looked strait at him her blindness was evident though could also be attributed to her fear. She then backed up and pushed herself against the wall.

She had thought perhaps it was the janitor, he had always done that to her. When he came in to clean up. But his name escaped her. Her hair was trying to fiddle with the window behind her in case she needed to run. 

"J...J...J..J..Janitor man?. is..th...th..th..that y..y...y..you?"

When she was calm her stutter didn't happen as often but her emotions were running wild. She had thought she was alone and that no one would be up this late. But alas someone was in the room with her...

[Richard Buckles]

He watched her shaking around in what one would call a sexy nerd dance. He noticed her hair stopping what it was doing, motioning in his direction. Like watching lassie tell someone where the well was. It was a sight for sure her hair whipping around like tentacles. "Hmmm sorry didn't mean to frighten you there." he said noting how her hair voiced what he assumed was her annoyance to him.

She was a bit of a clumsy girl would seem as his presence caused a jump scare that nearly toppled her if not for her hair catching her.
"Ummm my name is Richard." he answered who was there and noticed how she was frantic in retrieving the books which didn't seem to surprise him as she was working at putting them back. But then she backed away to a wall like he was running away.

The way she moved and the way her face was not present with her movements made Richard wonder if she could see. He remembered watching the move Ray and that was the sort of way he moved his head. Not really looking at you but more in the same direction. He didn't approach her now as she went defensive which made him remember his encounter with the cougar. The scar on his face got a bit itchy so he gingerly scratched it.

"No, no not the Janitor Miss. As I said my name is Richard. I teach and go to school here." he informed her. "What might your name be?" he asked in a soft and warm voice. "It's okay you don't have to be scared I am not gonna hurt you." he offered. He wouldn't say that normally but she looked terrified of him for some reason.

[Kennedy Snow]

When he said his name she came off of the wall but still kept a distance. A teacher made more sense than a student, or someone that might want to hurt her. She slowly walked toward him taking heavy breaths. This was one of the reasons that she didn't talk to too many people. She liked to know who she was talking to and thus touch them. This made some people uncomfortable. As she stepped closer her hair stood up on its end trying to look menacing should the guy be lying. Although he was likely stronger than her and thus probably stronger than her hair as well. But it was protective over her. 

As she got closer her hand came up and she reached up and touched his face running her hand down his face. Her hand was jerky a little as she touched him. Ready to jerk it away if he took offense. Then a light smile grew on her face and she put her hand down and took a step back away from him. The way his eyes felt slanted like he was sad. A scar, it probably had an interesting story behind it. Her eyes open wide and she bit her bottom lip for a second. 

"K....K...Kennedy....I'm the L...L...Li..Librarian.."

Then she wanted to explain to him why she was wearing a uniform. But she didn't want to rattle on like a broken record. There were times that she hated being who she was. She wondered why she could not be normal. Her imagination formed a picture of him. What she thought he would look like. A figure, with wings, angel or demon was to be determined. She could not imagine feathers or scales just yet.

"D..d..did you come for a b..b..b..book?. Cause library is c..c..closed..but you can t..t..take a l..l..look if it you want. I..d..d.do..don't b..bite."

No truer words were ever spoken. She would was honestly still too terrified to even think of coming close to anything resembling biting. Normally she had people she hired to mind the Library during the day and she was in her office cataloging if she had to come out she worse a uniform so as not to be disturbed and thought of as just another student. Some of her staff didn't even know who she was. A sweet smile hit her face. He seemed sad maybe he would want to talk. She might not talk back very much but she was a good listener.

"Your eyes...they see...see..seem s..s..sad..would you..l...l..like some cof..coffee?..I'm a g..g..good listener..if you need an ear to..b..b..b.bend."

Her heavy New Zealand accent made her stuttering sound even more funny than it normally would. But she was sincere. She could recommend a book or just sit and listen. she did have books to put away but if it meant potentially making a friend it was worth taking a break. Her hair settled and sprang up into a wavy look but then waved a few strands at him as if to say "I'm watching".

[Richard Buckles]

He was glad that she calmed down after he identified himself fully. If she was indeed blind like he suspected then that would explain her surprised and worry. Though that would make sense except her hair motions indicated she noticed him sooner than she reacted. Made it seem like her hair had a mind of its own, but that is a silly notion

She was approaching though still seeming a bit unsure of what to do with this situation. He had to wonder what was with her hair seeming so spastic as it was making her look like a porcupine now. She was about the same height as him which he found striking with her blonde hair. As where he came from height and blonde hair were from from rare. Then her petite hands came up and touched his face which he didn't mind at all.

It was a person who also sometimes lacked personal boundaries but only out an affectionate manner. He felt as her slender finger caressed the curvature of his features, running over the smoother and still discolored scar. It was the shape of a bit as he got it tussling with then cougar. Though it was the taking of his back that cause his extended disability.

See her bite her lower lip reminded him how shy he had been before coming to the school and meeting all the big characters that lived in it. He used to chew his lip a lot as Elsa teased him as well as panic at her jabs on occasion. Why was he thinking about Elsa when someone entirely different was right in front of him? "Your the librarian? But you are dressed as a student." he pointed out.

Richard still dealing with that heart ache and her actions just kept his thinking back to that night at the club for some reason. Then after she felt the scar it made him think of the cougar. Both dangerous things with claws then her disarming comment about night biting struck him through the air. He just automatically started laugh hard at that as it struck him mildly amusing but then the fact that he had been recently bitten made it hysterical to him. He didn't want to laugh that hard over it but he couldn't help himself.

His laughter died down some at last as he wiped his eyes of some small tears "Oh I am sorry just that was a really bad joke." he said as he figured by now everyone knew about what happened to him. "No no not here for a book...I was on my down to the gym and was walking by heard the music and came to look."

Then came a more serious statement which stifled his sense of strange happiness at what he thought was a joke. He cleared his throat "Ummm yeah I don't want to talk about that." he informed her with a serious and a ring of sadness to his voice that was easy to detect.

[Kennedy Snow]

Again when he mentioned that she was dressed like a student she wished she could go off on a big speech as to why, but she did not want to be there all night getting out the words. Instead she just ignored the question and listened. She heard him laughing. She was not sure why what she had said was so funny. She thought it was a common saying. But he started to laugh. Her head cocked to the side as she listened. She could not help but smile herself. But her hand came up to cover her smile. When she covered her smile her hair sprang to life again Harriet-her hair- Knew how lonely and beautiful she was. But she was too shy to do anything anytime a potential friend came around. So It was always up to Harriet to make the push. Her hair pushed against the nearest shelves and sprung her closer to him she she ran into him forcing him to catch her so she didn't fall.

"H...h..hey....I..I'm..Super s...s...s..sorry...I didn't m..m..mean to do..do do that..I...Um....grrrrr"

She collected herself and pulled herself off of him then she reached into her pocket and pulled out a hair tie. Her hair then went nuts and pulled away from her hands trying not to be put up. She managed to grab it. To put it up but it made a motion of a thumbs up to the Richard before being put all the way up into a rather large bun. Then when it settled down the elasticity kicked in and the bun became smaller but her hair became wavier and curly, evident from the strands that had not been pulled up.

When she heard the sadness in his words. She wanted to help. She had books she could recommend to make him smile but she didn't want to be that Book girl. Despite the fact that she was the cliche Librarian. She walked over toward the table realizing after she started walking that she had put her hair up and had no guild so she put out her hand in front of her until she found the table then ran her hand along the table until she found a chair and she pulled it out and sat down.

"You...c...c...c..come s...s..sit and maybe I can..h..h..help?...then if you..w..w..want I can come to the g..g..gym..though you might n..n..need to h..h..h..help me.."

It was subtle and she was still terrified. But she was trying to make a friend. As she knew if she did not at least try her hair would tangle itself and make her brush it out later and that would really really hurt. She was taking deep breathes. Keeping herself from running into her office and hiding..Hiding from life is not a way to get a happily ever after...and that's all she ever wanted..to be a princess like in her favorite books and live happily ever after..

[Richard Buckles]

Richard watched her face contort in slight frustration, ever so slight an appearance upon her features so it did not seem much. Then again Richard was never particular intuitive or capable of identifying microexpressions. Something about the uniform bothered her for some reason. He could identify that or just him asking about it. He was surprised she didn't get the joke as he was sure the rumor of his fight had shot through the school. But that was okay if she didn't pay that any mind.

He was glad she laughed with him instead of just letting him laugh on his own over the situation. Maybe she did and was sincerely was making a joke. If so he could appreciate it and found the pluck of someone with that much of a stammer endearing. Then her hair sprung to life literally pushing the pair together. Whe it occurred his mind immediately sprang into calculations and she barely made it tilting forwards a few inches. He leapt forwards and wrapped his arms around her to catch her right as she tipped forwards. He had learned his power well in three years as he has minimal side effect me outside heavy use.

He held her tightly in that embrace not letting her go till he was sure she was solidly planted to standing again. This was the sort of thing some might deem unusual but he had to be sure she was fine. "You alright?" he questioned. She might have hit a nerve with the topic of why he was sad but that stern response was glosses over with concern now.

"It's okay we all make mistakes." he assured her as he finally let her go from a perhaps to lingering hug. Then came a slap stick routine of her trying to manage her out of control hair. It was like out of a cartoon her wrestling her hair into submission. He furrowed his brow as she offered to help even after he said he didn't want to talk about it. He was trying not to be rude but he didn't want to talk about it period let alone with someone he just met.

He did kind of like her, as first impressions went this was by far the strangest he had yet to encounter. Which at this school was something. He sighed as he resigned to giving into her as he was always a bit of a push over when it came to ladies. He moved over and pulled a chair out and took a seat across from her. "There isn't anything to really help." he informed her "My girlfriend left me. No real reason behind it. Put the last three years of my life into her and got a note how she had to go find herself and she was gone." He flopped his face down onto the table and just started hunched over.

[Kennedy Snow]

Now that she knew the story she felt it was probably better that she did not pry. She was embarrassed. It was not her intention to make him spill on something that was hard for him to talk about. She might have been crossing lines but she was unaware if she was because she was not a hugely social person. She was just trying to make a friend. Perhaps she was not approaching it correctly. She saw that now as she had read from books and heard from movies that ex relationships were hard to speak of. When he spoke the words her head went down and turned away from him. Her lips furrowed into a frown of embarrassment. He had been a sport and actually told her. Now she felt stutter or not she owed him an apology. Because her head was turned away, her words were softer as if they were attempting to whisper but still were loud enough to be heard because her stutter made it so that her words needed to at least be loud enough to follow.

"Oh....I....am S...s..s..sorry...I d...d..didn't m..m..mean to p..p..put y..y..you on th..the sp..sp..sp..spot."

Her words she was trying to push them out. Her emotional state the fact that she felt bad made her stutter much worse than it usually was. She was half expecting him to leave when she kept trying her apology because when her words got like this because she got nervous, or embarrassed or sad. It tended to push people away. But she had already begun speaking so she figured she might as well finish even if it did cause her potential friend to leave.

"R...r...relationships...c..c..can be a..s..s..sore t..t..topic...I w..w..was j...j..just trying t..t..to g..g..get the st.st..story on y...y..your sc..sc..sc..sc..sc..scar...I th..th..thought that...w..w..was wh..wh..why you w...w...were.s...s...s..sad...p..please.don't ..l..l..l...leave...I d...don't h..have m..m..m..many f..f..friends...Most d..d...don't e..e..even..n..n..notice m..m..m..me here....Its wh..wh..why I d..d..dress l..l..like th..th..this...to keep from h..h..h..having to answer qu..qu..questions..."

That had honestly been the most she had talked in weeks. It kind of felt good. Though the subject matter being an apology and her being extremely nervous making it sound like a broken record did not help very much. Feeling that she might have just pushed away another potential friend by prying as she had done in the past. Never having ill intentions. Always wanting to help but not having the social aptitude to know boundaries very much as she tended to avoid people, when she did try to connect it made it harder for her to be socially proper. Wanting to cry she bit her lip and held it in not turning toward his breathing and where he had been sitting. Then she felt that perhaps she should try and change the subject. But in holding back tears her mouth could not force out the words. Instead she kind of wanted to pull her hair out of its bindings and let it slap her for messing up. She managed to get out one word...without even a stutter which impressed her and brought a slight smile of excitement to her face that was so very brief and encompassed by the furrowed frown once again.

"Coffee?"

[Richard Buckles]

Richard did not want to talk about it more because part of him blamed himself. Like maybe something he did or didn't do that cause this. But then there was overwhelming anger that she left like that and while he was in the hospital no less. He had sacrificed of himself to work around her to keep the relationship going. He had to work so hard to keep a smile on her face and she just did this to him. A note she needed space to find herself.

Yes as much as he was sad he also felt a good chunk more of anger. He lightly pounded his forehead onto the table as he felt the frustration well up inside. He didn't notice her reaction to his announced of a dissolved love.
"It's okay." he assured with a sigh. It had been more than three weeks of denial over the whole situation to a certain extent. Now he was facing the whole situation a little more openly.

"No the scar...scar is something I am proud of." he told her from his face into the table still. "I might not look good but I got it doing the right thing so I don't mind that. Not near as much as the month in the hospital and the three weeks of recovery after to just get some. range of motion back in my arm." It was true the lack of exercise was also a huge detriment to him mentally. None of those feel good neurotransmitters coming to him and being depressed about Elsa.

She wasn't super easy to understand with the accent and stuttering but Richard tried his best to hear her words. Apparently he had really upset her with the shift in topic. This is why he didn't want to talk about it but then again saying it did feel better than bottling it in. The poor woman has been so frazzled every step of the way in their meeting. He sat up and reached over the table and took her hand in his left and the right stroked over the back of it slowly "It's okay. Just take a deep breath, I am not gonna go." he said.

She did give him a pleasant feeling of being needed oddly enough. Something that his last relationship was devoid of. He held his hands over hers absent minded. "Hmm sure I guess. But I don't think the cafeteria is open. Can come back to my room though if you like. I usually have to brew some to start the day." he said. He wanted to workout some but he couldn't say no to such a sweet face.

[Kennedy Snow]

When his hand touched hers. She got a light shiver. Other than accidentally bumping into people or randomly touching their face she had not had someone else touch her in a while. Her head then turned back toward his direction. Her frown went away but she did not smile. She wanted to. She wanted to giggle like a school girl the second his hand touched hers. But she refrained for maturity reasons. She was not sure what to make of this. She had come in tonight to put the books away. She liked doing it at night so no one could take them or rearrange the braille stickers on the back just to mess her up. as she assumed some children did as she did find some of the braille stickers had been switched or moved at times. She would not know until she was told and the rest of the library staff would fix it for her or tell her and she would fix it. 

When his hand lingered on hers she filled in the blanks left by her imagination. His wings grew feathers. Nothing had any color it was all just shapes. Matching things she had touched. She got a little scared. When he touched her and wanted to say something but no words came out. Instead her other hand came out and started twirling and fidgeting with the strands of hair that had been left out of the updo.

When he offered her to come back to his room she started to rock in the chair and fidget with her hair this was all going very nice but she had made such a weird first impression she was nervous and not sure how to take all of this. Still rocking back and forth. The chair came loose and as if it were slow motion her hand let go of his and flew up as she fell backwards. Her hair was up and could not catch her. She heard a song of pain in her head a little Unchained Melody as she started to fall. Then. KASMACKO!!.

[Richard Buckles]

Her face went mute on emotion leaving Richard at a loss for understanding. He would normally recoil his hands now thinking it was a bad idea but she had rubbed his face so he left his hands there. Now she was playing with her hair which he noticed but more subtly so it put him at ease without actual thought. His hands held their position to sloth her some. Not funny he was the sad one yet he was comforting her.

Richard noticed the way she started rocking in the chair and thought it a bad idea. He could see the way she was increasing the force of the rocking the more he held her hand. If she continued growing in the application of energy she was going for catastrophic failing of posti toon. Meaning she would fall from the chair. She came falling back and her hands released from his grasp.

His power didn't give him better reactions innately but did give him a better ability to register things in motion like her falling. His body trained to utilize this ability farther. As she started going down he leaned forwards. His feet taking position to leap forwards as his hand gripped the side of the small table and shoved it aside as he lunged forwards.

He couldn't catch her from falling at this point all together. But since her arms were extended before her it helped. He grabbed onto her wrists and pulled her body up a bit roughly and to the side. He wouldn't have done this as he would hurt her a little with his pulling but the fall back was gonna have her head hitting another chair which would be more damaging than little rough handling. His brain processing all these fact instantaneously.

As she was pulled to the side he turned to land on his back and she would have the fall cushioned by his body. There he lay now with her body pressed on top of his. He breathed hard as the surprise and sudden jolt of his body to accomplish this in seconds was draining for s burst. "You okay?" he asked her again from beneath her.

[Kennedy Snow]

Kenny now found herself laying on top of the man while both were on the ground. This made her ven more nervous and her face was so red from blushing that it almost appeared that she may be a twin to the 7up guy. Now she was in a weird position, very nervous, felt very bad and that she had completely tarnished her first impression, and her wrists were hurting. Did he have to grab her that hard?. She sat up and rubbed her wrists then got up off of him. She kind of wanted to linger for a moment because he was quite comfortable. But she felt it would not be appropriate, which is why she got up. Standing up she sat the chair back up.

Wanting to thank him she was not sure if she should, he did save her from a fall that might have potentially hurt much more. But he did hurt her wrists and almost make her cry. If she wanted to make a friend however it was better to be nice and to thank him. She turned her head toward him. The words did not come out. Just a light smile grew on her face as she gazed into his eyes. Her beautiful blue eyes conveying her thanks. 

"I'm...I'm O...Okay...h...h...h..how about that c...c..c..cof.ff..fee?"

Having never been to anyone else's room before she was very nervous. Part of her thought serial killer like the books, The Collector, or Inside The House, or psycho like The Shining. But that part was all but burried by the thoughts of her fairytales, princesses and princes, rogues and maidens, the happily ever after. The Princesses always had friends. Was he a friend?. Or could he be a prince?. She bent down and helped him up. Then smiled as she was excited. 

"F..f..first I n..n..need to put the b..b..books aw..away.."

Then despite her shyness and affinity. She did something strange yet remarkable. She smiled and pulled her hair out of its bindings. Then she was lead over to the books she was putting away. She put the rest of the books away. In her mind, the books were her friends. It was not fair to leave them to make another friend. Once she finished putting the books away her hair turned and jerked her toward Richard. hit made motions of excitement for her and gave him a thumbs up again. Then she just stood there looking in his direction with broken eyes. Or were they broken. Kenny saw the person inside, not what the world saw. She saw the man, who fought for his life and wears the scar with pride, yet still had his heart broken by one he loved. She did not see a monster. She saw a hero, that went through two battles, and both made him stronger. When looking at him now she o longer saw the shape of an angel with her imagination. But a knight. A hero.

[Richard Buckles]

He didn't like to how he had to do this little maneuver but he still felt a little wrist soreness was better than a smack to the head. He looked up at her as she turned all bright red in reply to being atop his body. He couldn't help but ask what he knew the answer to already.

He looked up at her with concern "I am sorry about grabbing so hard. The amount of force needs to alter your trajectory was a good amount. I could see as the tilt of your chair came back the velocity of the fall itself would not have been very damaging. But you were going to interest with the chair behind you with your head." he explained.

He reached up and touched her cheek before asking again "You okay?" now after a long pause and lifting herself up he heard an answer and nodded. She was persistent towards that coffee. "You sure you want to come back to my place?" he questioned as she seemed quite surprised by his invitation causing this situation.

She stared into his eyes which made him smile back at her in reflex. Before she could lean down to help him up he was already up to his knees. So her hand instead ended up rubbing his throat instead by accident. He would have just kipped up but he wasn't quite to that point yet. He reached up and took hold of her hand but not applying pressure. Standing on his own but not wanting to bat her hand away.


"Oh okay then did you want help putting them back?" he asked her. He understood she had a job to do. Then her hair came to life again and she went to work so he took that as a no. He moved over and pulled the table back upright and the chair that knocked over on the interim. Her hair was doing oddness again making motions showing him a positive notion. He began to wonder if her hair was totally under her control or not.

Now she stood there 'staring' at him. He stood there awkwardly with her for a few moments. You know she still hadn't come out and said she was blind but then again besides some clumsiness she seemed able to 'see'. He put his arm up to hers for her to take and escort her to their destination.

[Kennedy Snow]

She was so nervous right now. It was taking all of her focus and determination to keep from running away. When she offered coffee she was thinking about just going into her office and brewing some, or going to her favorite coffee shop uptown. But she was not expecting to be invited back to the man's room. She had read many books where that had ended badly, or in a good way that she was equally frightened of. Her wrists still hurt from him pulling her but she now understood why he did it. Banging her head off of a chair would have been much much worse than sore wrists.



When he said she was persistent she blushed. It was not really the case, she just wanted to turn the encounter around so she didn't look like that weird clumsy blind girl like she usually did, and a change of scenery would help her do that. Even if the coffee was in her office. Maybe if she said that she would feel less weird.



"If...y..y..you wa..wa want...We c..c..can have the co..co..coff..coffee in my off..office....I just w..w..want to sal..sal..salvage my first im..im...impression.."



She said this as she put the books away. Then when he raised out his arm she could not see it. But her hair tugged her toward him which caused her to walk in that direction. Then her hair tried to grab her hand to lock it into his arm but she smacked it away. It tried again. She smacked it away again. It tried again.



"St..st..stop...what are y..y..you doing?"



Then the hair grabbed her hand and made her reach out to feel his arm. Then she moved both hands up and grabbed his arm. She felt embarrassed with this entire encounter and that she had just talked to her hair. It was not that she did not want to touch him. It was that when her hair was curious and didn't want to use itself to touch things it would grab her hand. Which had gotten her in icky predicaments in the past.



"L..l...lead the way....p..please don't l..l..let me go..I..c..c..cannot see and I do not kn..kn..know the des..des..destination.."