maybe he'll catch Griffin staring a little - JUST A LITTLE - at the leanness of his muscles, the motted colour of bruises and old scars littering his body.]
[there isn't a chance in the world he won't notice. he's too observant, even when he's starving and trying to focus on eating. sure, he'll hold off to comment for a moment, letting the bruises speak for themselves.
they already said more than the scars that he couldn't remember did-- the only thing that could said to speak to anything were the faded burn scars. but they were so faded... surely they didn't mean anything at this point.]
[...Scars were just something he was instinctively drawn to. It spoke of a life filled with battle, and the strength to survive them. Innately appealing to anyone with a drop of demonic blood in them.
Griffin waits until Jay's pretty much done eating before remarking,]
[and also the muscles but yes, scars. Griffin hums noncommittally. It's not like he needed an explanation, it just invited his imagination to wander, is all.]
[Griffin's quiet for a second, mulling on that. When it came to demons, they just came to kill. If you couldn't dodge, then you were most likely dead. It left him with fewer scars overall.
While Jay...
Griffin sighs.]
Yeah. Demons are pretty... straightforward.
...How many of those do you remember getting? Were you... [having nightmares of being tortured?]
[at least that much is an easy question. He points to a small scar at his shoulder]
This one is from a friend who thought it was a great idea to use an arrow to stop me from falling off a building. The rest I have no clue— but I can guess.
[a pause as he considers. Should he just tell him? He told Glacies. He’s still not sure what he wants as far as this looming piece of background information.]
I know I was killed once, by one of my family’s enemies.
[Oh good, they're just nightmares of being killed.
Griffin's immediate reaction is to bristle, muttering,] What the fuck's wrong with your family...
[First the thing with Talon, now their 'enemies'? Is this the mafia?? Why didn't they protect Jay??? That's what family is supposed to do.
Yet another reason why he's so adverse to the idea of family. And dying. It all tracks. Still, Griffin couldn't help but feel a simmering, defensive anger on Jay's behalf. Huff.]
I don't even know the details of how I died. There's a chance they didn't let me down.
[he has this half smirk as he says it, and then he stands up, grabbing his shirt and his jacket as he goes.]
And Roy is a genius. But he's also extremely stupid.
[that's his best friend, and unlike talking about his family? talking about Roy gets some pretty open fondness from him, even though he only has one memory.
[...Seeing Jay show fondness for someone in his world was actually reassuring - like, at least he had someone? Not everyone was completely shitty and awful. So Griffin relaxes a touch.]
[What was Jay standing there for? He's leaving, right?--
oh
Griffin turns pink, speechless for a moment. Blinks. Confused? But also, this has to be sentimental, right?? Was he crazy? Was he supposed to acknowledge it? Is this what Jay wants???
Either way, he can't suppress the small, flutter of a smile that makes it onto his face, shy but pure.]
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[but he pulls on at least his pants, to save the poor prude his dignity. but also he is really hungry, and he will tear into those noodles.]
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maybe he'll catch Griffin staring a little - JUST A LITTLE - at the leanness of his muscles, the motted colour of bruises and old scars littering his body.]
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they already said more than the scars that he couldn't remember did-- the only thing that could said to speak to anything were the faded burn scars. but they were so faded... surely they didn't mean anything at this point.]
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Griffin waits until Jay's pretty much done eating before remarking,]
You good now?
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You still staring?
[he's going to grab the coffee, now.]
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What?! I wasn't-- [fuck,] I mean, I'll stop...
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[he cares. he's smug about it, as he sips his coffee.]
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Griffin rolls his eyes and looks away regardless. But still sneaks, like, not-the-most-subtle glances when he speaks.]
Whatever. You just got a lot goin' on, is all.
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You mean the scars?
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Sure.
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Guess I learned the hard knocks back home, and that's why I can kick your ass so hard.
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Someone here lost his arm to hard knocks, you shut your mouth.]
Jerk. Most things I fought were way bigger than people.
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[a shrug and then he brushes off the hand, setting down the empty coffee cup.]
Size doesn't really matter.
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While Jay...
Griffin sighs.]
Yeah. Demons are pretty... straightforward.
...How many of those do you remember getting? Were you... [having nightmares of being tortured?]
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[at least that much is an easy question. He points to a small scar at his shoulder]
This one is from a friend who thought it was a great idea to use an arrow to stop me from falling off a building. The rest I have no clue— but I can guess.
[a pause as he considers. Should he just tell him? He told Glacies. He’s still not sure what he wants as far as this looming piece of background information.]
I know I was killed once, by one of my family’s enemies.
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Griffin's immediate reaction is to bristle, muttering,] What the fuck's wrong with your family...
[First the thing with Talon, now their 'enemies'? Is this the mafia?? Why didn't they protect Jay??? That's what family is supposed to do.
Yet another reason why he's so adverse to the idea of family. And dying. It all tracks. Still, Griffin couldn't help but feel a simmering, defensive anger on Jay's behalf. Huff.]
Your friend sounds like a genius. And...
I'm sorry your family keeps failing you.
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[he has this half smirk as he says it, and then he stands up, grabbing his shirt and his jacket as he goes.]
And Roy is a genius. But he's also extremely stupid.
[that's his best friend, and unlike talking about his family? talking about Roy gets some pretty open fondness from him, even though he only has one memory.
even though he's not there.]
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Sounds like an interestin' guy.
You're not gonna stay?
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And I've got excess energy to burn off.
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[Griffin's gonna collect the dirty plates to put them in the sink on the way, since-- he probably should see Jay out.]
Well... g'night then?
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a long moment.
before approaching, and planting a kiss on his forehead.]
Night.
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oh
Griffin turns pink, speechless for a moment. Blinks. Confused? But also, this has to be sentimental, right?? Was he crazy? Was he supposed to acknowledge it? Is this what Jay wants???
Either way, he can't suppress the small, flutter of a smile that makes it onto his face, shy but pure.]
S-see you later...
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Later.
[and he's gone!]