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[right][color=EC008C]Mission:[/color] On Cloud Nine
[color=EC008C]Interactions:[/color] Dhampir [@Hitman], Blitz [@Ascendant][/right]
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Like a shark to blood, Sophie could sense his discomfort from a mile off. There was something to be said for a boy who had the confidence to point a sword at her face, but who also turned beet red at just the touch of her arm. It was sweet, in its own way; though she'd be lying if she said that the whole debacle with the sword wasn't [i]kind[/i] of hot in the first place. Not that she would ever admit to [i]that[/i], of course.

Miles' joke, poorly delivered though it was, earned a sweet, girlish giggle from her, one that was perhaps a little bit louder than the remark warranted. At the very least, he'd smiled at her, which she decided to call a small victory. [color=EC008C][b]"I don't think I'd look cute with just one eye,"[/b][/color] she replied, lips curled into a kittenish simper. [color=EC008C][b]"Or a wooden leg, for that matter."[/b][/color]

Though she could have kept up the flirtatious banter through next week, it all ground to a halt the moment Miles started raving about the book in her lap. She'd expected a few polite questions, and was even prepared for the inevitable small talk, but he was speaking so excitedly she almost couldn't keep up. Finding someone else who'd not just read [i]Neverwhere[/i], but knew of its origin and context, was a rare treat she didn't often have the chance to indulge in. Her smile turned into something more genuine, and she turned to lean against the wall--a move that afforded him a smidge of breathing room. [color=EC008C][b]"Would you believe me if I told you I have a [i]VHS set[/i] of the original TV series? It's still in the casing and everything."[/b][/color] Sophie reached out with a soft, perfectly manicured hand to shake his. [color=EC008C][b]"I'm Amplify. But you can just call me Sophie."[/b][/color]

Just then, a loud, boisterous laugh cut through their pleasantries. Sophie turned her head to stare down the perpetrator, cocking it to one side and flashing an insincere grin. [color=EC008C][b]"I'm sorry you feel left out,"[/b][/color] she remarked, sarcasm dripping with each word. [color=EC008C][b]"The retirement home's coming up at the next stop. You could get off there and find some other old bag to inflict yourself on."[/b][/color] It mattered not that Blitz was only twenty-eight; what mattered was that he was very nearly thirty, and to a girl at the tail end of her teenage years, [i]thirty[/i] might as well be eighty.