Rosie forcibly pushed him further into the booth so that she could sit down on the cushy seat, placing her cup gingerly on the table top. “You don’t know that. She could be just waiting for someone to come talk to her.”

He makes no effort to protest at her joining him. "Would you do that?" Girls confuse him sometimes. They probably shouldn't, but they always seem more complicated than men. But, then, he guesses that he only thinks that because he isn't a woman himself. "Wait in a coffee shop for someone to talk to you?"

Now, typically he always felt as if he was being watched— that was just a symptom of the social anxiety… but, like, actually being watched wasn’t… His hand was removed from the warmth of his mug to wave at this person with the magnetic eyes. 

Surprised that he was caught out ( though, really, he shouldn't be ), Larry averts his eyes for a few seconds and slurps down half his tea in one big gulp. It's actually fairly lukewarm by now, and makes his features pinch up at the off-taste. Then, he sets the mug down on the table and waves back, trying his best at a friendly smile, but falling short by a few miles. 

She always seemed to appear out of nowhere, out from the shadows, behind a building. Wouldn’t be seen often in a coffee shop, but here she was. "Why don’t you go talk to her? She’s reading Faust, that’s a good sign to me.”

Save for his heart jumping into his throat, he shows absolutely no reaction, and continues to stare quite intently at the wall just beside the girl. He slurps at his tea, then decidedly puts it down on the table with a bang. "Exactly. She's reading. She wouldn't want me to disturb her."

Us????????? We????????? The fuck is this lad talking about?????????? As far as Nox can see it’s this fucking weirdo and, oh, look at that; no army. But there’s a weird vibe in the air and it sure as hell ain’t coming from the cadaverous mess beside him. A glistening red right hand reaches for his blade. “——- We?????????? Th’fuck—— fuckin' fall back lad yeah?????”

Now, we're not entirely proud of it, but a small whine left our lips. After all, you're cutting us off from our food! And, possibly worse, you didn't laugh at our wit! That's simply offensive. "We want some. Just like you do. Why is that a problem?" We would share if the roles were reversed (probably not).

Bella watched him bound ahead, before stopping short and blinking in surprise when he rose up on two feet. It had honestly never occurred to her that he could do that, especially since she was so used to seeing him crouching. Regaining her composure, she trots after him, catching up and falling into step.

We don't actually notice you're surprise, we're far too busy looking for a possible target. It's probably best we didn't. In some ways, we'd be rather offended. We'd understand your assumptions, sure, but still... "There-- girl. Teens. Not too smart - she's walking alone."

"Do you now? They look very nice."

"I don't think they look too bad. I feel like Harry Potter. Sans the coolness."

—— the pup will whine in upset, this little street rat taking his attention. A slim leg kicks out, attempting to catch the squirmer in the ribs, maybe scare him off, get him away from Nox’s feed.

Oh, we're not impressed with that. Not impressed at all. First you waste blood, then you kick us. Who does that? "Why did you kick us? Are we-- stepping on your 'turf'." We think we're funny. We think we're hilarious. Laugh at our joke.

    he’s just casually kneeling beside a rather mutilated dead guy. Hear that sloshing noise????? Gross. He’s got his hand in the guy’s stomach.

Tsk. We're rather much offended. You're getting blood all over the pavement. We wouldn't do something so silly. You're an idiot. you're lucky our standards can be rather...loose.