Pie for Baby ~
“Yeah, angels and demons exist,” he confirms. “Not a scar… I mean it is, but it gave me these ‘abilities’. It’ll never heal like a normal scar,” he tries to explain. He laughs when she says that him being a demon is ‘cool’, as she put it. “Whatever you say, Kiddo,” he chuckles.
"Well that sorta sucks." She loomed over it and started poking the scar. "Does it still hurt? Or is it suppose to look like it hurts." Kid looked up at him defiantly. "Dean don’t you ever call me that or I’ll find a witch to hex you, and all your pies." Kid laughed, of course she was kidding but the mention of pies made her stomach growl. She starred at the town growing closer. "So Dean, I mean you seem fine, but I bet dying and the whole demon curse scar—thing was intense. And I’m just asking to cover any bases, so don’t take this the wrong way or anything." Kid turned to him and tried to hold attention as long as the road would permit "You okay?"
Pie for Baby ~
“I was a human. I took on the Mark of Cain, and ended up in a battle with some angels. One of them killed me, and I thought it was all over. But the Mark brought me back… as a demon. I’m not possessed, it’s actually my soul that’s damned,” Dean explains. He rolls up his sleeve and shows her the Mark on the inside of his right arm.
"So the whole demons and angels exist." She sat wide eyed, overwhelmed by the information. "So werewolves, vamps, the whole spooks plus the whole angels and demons." Kid whistled and turned to look at his arm. "That’s a pretty nasty scar." She winced, it looked like a burn scar a real bad one if she ever saw one. But everything rolled back into her mind, "wait, so…you’re a demon." Her words twisted her mouth into a smile. "This is so cool."
Pie for Baby ~
At first, Dean was slightly stunned at how calm her reation was to finding out she was sitting next to a demon. He chuckles at her words, glad she wasn’t panicking, or worse, running away from him.
Dean’s eyes widen as he watches her fangs appear, a bit shocked that he didn’t figure it our for himself. “Roadkill? You really think I’m gonna kill ya, Kid?”
"So. I’m not dead?" She took a deep breath holding a hand to her chest. Kid started laughing. "I really thought— I mean. Not really, or at least you’d feel bad about it." Kid put a new cassette tape in seeing the town on the horizon, at least they were almost back. "So what kinda— creature are you? I don’t meet many or… any really ." She turned to him with a smile. "What ever it is, I like it. Makes you good, I mean, better." Kid looked out the window to hide her smile, she reassured herself that it was only because she was meeting a fellow supernatural creature. "Hey Dean, when we get back, can we get something to eat. I’m starving…Wolf appetite y’know."
Dreadful ——-| Lostwildkid
“Just because I have an accent does not mean i’m a traveler..” Peder flipped through pages, seemly searching for something. Double tasking only worked when you are fully focused on what tasks you are attempting to combine. Talking and working was not a problem. Now, talking, ignoring her skin crawling vibe, and reading at the same time was a different challenge.
As for being important, in many ways he was. Ask the right person and they would say different. It depends on how you want to look at it.
Ignoring her gestures, and the waitress, he continued his motions. Running his thumb across the page edges just right to rub his skin raw. A few more times and he’d make a perfect slice down his finger print. It helped distract him, it really did. But, he’d have to stop himself before he bruised or drew blood. So it was ironic that she asked, ” If you must know-“
He glanced to her and caught her trying to glimpse at his work. It was easily noticed, barely ignored. Without dropping a beat he flipped the book shut, slipped the paper work and file into a stiff pile, and tucked it all back into the messenger bag it came from. Then without a bat of a lash he turned back to face her. Posture straightened out and hands folded in front of him on the table. He glanced at his thumb, seeming a bit puzzled at the paper cut he created.
“I’m a private investigator.” His tone was flat as if he’d repeated and rehearsed the lines before. “Waitress’ husband wants information on her and the cooks relations… You were in the way” What a beautifully woven lie that actually was. Whether or not co workers were going against their vows was not his real objective though. Taking the strap of the bag he scooted to the edge of his chair as if ready to leave, “Don’t eat the fries, they get a kick out of hiding things in them.”
This was exciting her, the whole mystery man act and how he never seemed to blink. He was different, she wasn’t sure how but she knew it. She could feel it, and at some points even smell it. Her eyes wandered to his thumb. She wasn’t one incline to violence but her focused on the bruise, ‘How do you get that from handling paper.’ She thought to her self.
In fast movement she had ever seen a man preform, the book was shut and stowed away. And repositioned himself with perfect grace, He could be magician with movements that fast. Or a Killer.
She slowly shut her eyes taking in the smell of his blood. And as slowly as she shut them she opened them. “No way, would you be doing a job like this.” She grew up in NYC she always saw men of authority in suits like his. The cufflinks gave him away, they were a simple design, but she knew the brand. “I can tell.” Kid bit her lip and watched him arranging himself for departure from this horribly lit dinner. “Thanks for the advice, but—”
She quickly pulled out some cash from her shirt and tossed on the table. “My appetiate has changed. ” She stood up from the booth beating him to the punch, her body was charged. Not like she was slipped anything, but she felt like a lion about to jump out a bush and tackle an innocent thing. Except the only thing in front of her was anything but innocent. The way he held himself, the way he hardly blinked, how he’s bleeding and could care less. Whatever he was, she wanted to know, killer or not. Maybe she was feeling adventurous or suicidal but she knew where ever he went she would follow.
Kid smiled at him, “Hope you’re not scared.”
Dreadful ——-| Lostwildkid
Peder didnt have to look to know the young girl was making her way over. The sensation became stronger as she neared, causing his prints to go numb. Hes excellent at hiding it, Like a herd of bison, he hides his ailments and convince predators that he is no different than the rest. By turning pages and skimming files he was able to push back the sensation.
It was when she helped herself to the seat across from him that he’d turned to running his thumb nail across his fingertips. An imitation thinking habit of sorts?
A still yet rough foreign tone muttered from him, “you don’t…” Peder glanced over his glasses to the other, closing the file he had opened. Not because she had his attention, no. It’s whats in the file that was none of her business.
“Now, if you don’t mind” He sighed and looked back to the book he was mulling over. Hands fidgeting with each foreign word he glanced over. Peder didn’t sit still all to well to begin with and this one was not helping. He was patient though, but only for so long.
"A fellow traveler?" Kid smiled noticing the slight difference in his pronunciation of his words. "Oh, but somethings up. Because who travels from a very distant land to just sit in a dinner doing paper work." She was getting excited from playing detective, something she liked to do in places like this. It was perhaps how apprehensive he seemed to her presence. She wasn’t blind after, but she took stab in the dark. "I bet you’re important."
She slowly extended her hand across the table, dragging her finger in small circles. “Well, I do.” Kid smiled at the older man. “You see, I caught you starring at me. And I’ve been around awhile to know that isn’t the look you give without a care.” She pulled her hand back, the oblivious waitress walked up with a smile and set a glass of water down before walking back to tend to the other patrons. “So what did I do to get you ticking?” Kid leaned forward her words escaping her lips in a whisper. She had taken notice of his hands and how they now handled the papers, much different from before. Though she didn’t know why she didn’t mind prying. For all she knew he could be a cold killer whose getting upset by her forward actions, bringing attention to him, could be a bummer if he was one.
Kid got curious and with the slightest movement she tried to peer at the paper work. Now she was acting on her fantasy, what if he was a killer, she thought. The mix of nervousness and excitement started to show through slight smile.