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Only Human | Closed RP | @fenrir-the-monster-wolf

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That earned him a sideways smile. “What do you want to know? I’m not really that interesting, really. Jut a lesser ‘costumed freak’.” Her fingers made quotes around those words. “Born in the south, here. I’m ordinary, except this one thing I can do, and that’s all.”

“You are far from ordinary or uninteresting to me, Summer.” He took a sip from his wine glass. “I suppose I would like to know whatever it is you could spare to tell me. For starters, what is this this ‘one thing’?” His eyes sparkled slightly in the low light of the restaurant, his curiosity heightening the blue of them.

“I’m an empath,” she told him, softly. “It means I can sometimes tell what others are feeling, and project my feelings, or any feelings, on to them.” She raked a hand back through her hair. “I used it a little bit bringing you here; you were all edges and nerves, so I … comforted you a little. I try not to do things like that, though.”

“That is indeed intriguing…” He mused, truly impressed. “I had no idea.” He waved his hand about the air, as if swatting away her admission. “That does not bother me. It was appreciated, I’m sure. I was able to begin to relax and enjoy all you had to show me. Thank you, truly.”

Summer blushed faintly. “Aww, you’re welcome.” She let her eyes rest on him for a moment again before looking away. “It made growing up interesting, but not obviously so. “Smart people aren’t really well thought of when they’re young, you know?” She shrugged. “My sister always had it much easier than me.”

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She let Fenrir make her feel better, toasting her glass with his. “May you deserve everything you want, and want everything you deserve,” she said, drinking again. Setting her glass down and tapping her fingers against the base of it, she rested her chin on the other and watched him for a moment. Tried not to admire too closely.

Failed.

As a distraction, Summer said, “So, is there anything you want to know that I can answer?”

“And to you as well.” The glass was tipped back against his lips and he drank. Not that he had ever been able to partake of Asgardian mead before, but he knew it to be stronger than any form of drink found on Midgard by at least tenfold. The wine here was delicious, though he knew that he could go a long way with it before falling down drunk.

Or at least he hoped as much. His lineage was a tad questionable in that matter.

His eyes drifted back to her and he pursed his lips, leaning with his hands against his lips, studying her slightly. “You could always tell me more about yourself?” He grinned at her behind his hands, showing that his interest was merely friendly, not intending to harm her.

That earned him a sideways smile. “What do you want to know? I’m not really that interesting, really. Jut a lesser ‘costumed freak’.” Her fingers made quotes around those words. “Born in the south, here. I’m ordinary, except this one thing I can do, and that’s all.”

“You are far from ordinary or uninteresting to me, Summer.” He took a sip from his wine glass. “I suppose I would like to know whatever it is you could spare to tell me. For starters, what is this this ‘one thing’?” His eyes sparkled slightly in the low light of the restaurant, his curiosity heightening the blue of them.

“I’m an empath,” she told him, softly. “It means I can sometimes tell what others are feeling, and project my feelings, or any feelings, on to them.” She raked a hand back through her hair. “I used it a little bit bringing you here; you were all edges and nerves, so I … comforted you a little. I try not to do things like that, though.”

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“I would very much like the Veal Marsala.” He responded when asked, remembering what Summer had told him to try. His pursed his lips, trying to stop himself from smiling at the two. They were an amusing sight, and the man who ran the restaurant acted quite alike to a father for Summer. It was… a cute scene, he decided.

Once again Summer dropped her head on her hands as soon as Michelangelo left. “I’m so sorry. I really am. He just … I don’t even know what to say.” Picking up the glass of wine, she took a long sip, turning the glass in her fingers afterward. “I just want to make sure you have a good time here before you have to go back, Fen.”

“Ye needn’t be sorry, Summer. Your friend Michelangelo cares for you greatly. And besides, he is an amusing fellow!” He took her lead and picked up his own glass, taking a sip from it. “Worry not for that, for I have been enjoying myself greatly thus far.”

He held out his glass over the table for her to touch her own glass against. “Come, no more fretting or worrying. We are friends are we not? Do not be bashful.”

She let Fenrir make her feel better, toasting her glass with his. “May you deserve everything you want, and want everything you deserve,” she said, drinking again. Setting her glass down and tapping her fingers against the base of it, she rested her chin on the other and watched him for a moment. Tried not to admire too closely.

Failed.

As a distraction, Summer said, “So, is there anything you want to know that I can answer?”

“And to you as well.” The glass was tipped back against his lips and he drank. Not that he had ever been able to partake of Asgardian mead before, but he knew it to be stronger than any form of drink found on Midgard by at least tenfold. The wine here was delicious, though he knew that he could go a long way with it before falling down drunk.

Or at least he hoped as much. His lineage was a tad questionable in that matter.

His eyes drifted back to her and he pursed his lips, leaning with his hands against his lips, studying her slightly. “You could always tell me more about yourself?” He grinned at her behind his hands, showing that his interest was merely friendly, not intending to harm her.

That earned him a sideways smile. “What do you want to know? I’m not really that interesting, really. Jut a lesser ‘costumed freak’.” Her fingers made quotes around those words. “Born in the south, here. I’m ordinary, except this one thing I can do, and that’s all.”

Only Human | Closed RP | @fenrir-the-monster-wolf

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She frowned at the menu for a second. “Mmmm … try the veal marsala.” Another second of chewing, avoiding Fenrir’s eyes, avoiding Fenrir’s face. “I think I’m going to go with my usual,” Summer announced. “I can always use the leftovers when I get buried in code.”

Looming over them suddenly, Michelangelo plunked a glass of wine down before each of them, and a candle in the centre, beaming. “For the happy couple! On the house, because this girl, she is like a daughter to me!”

Summer covered her eyes again. “‘angel’, please, it’s okay. Can you just … ” She pressed her lips together, and Michelangelo interrupted.

“No, no, I understand completely bella! You will tell me what you want to eat, and I will make sure you have perfect solitude!” More beaming. Summer tried not to look at Fenrir at all.

“Now,” the chef said, whipping out a pad and pen, “what shall it be?”

Fenrir’s eyes snapped to the bottle when it was set on the table between them with an audible thunk. Those icy blue eyes trailed up to Michelangelo’s red face via his arm, then the flame of the candle that had also been brought. An amused smirk lit his features, eyes twinkling with innocent entertainment. He rather liked this fellow. A lively chap indeed.

His smile widened at Michelangelo’s words and Summer’s bashfulness. Oh what great fun this all was. His gaze jumped from one Midgardian to the other as the two interacted. They were promised privacy, and Fenrir had to hold back a jovial protest. This Michelangelo man was such a treat!

When asked what they would desire, Fenrir gestured with head and hand to Summer, smiling at her kindly. “Ladies first.” He offered.

Summer gave a little roll of her eyes, cleared her throat, and told Michelangelo, “I want the fettuccine alfredo. And can I get a soda, please?” She eyed Michelangelo. “You know I don’t normally drink.”

“This is a special occasion!” Michelangelo responded, scribbling. “One glass, bella, it will be good for you! What shall I bring you, my boy?”

“I would very much like the Veal Marsala.” He responded when asked, remembering what Summer had told him to try. His pursed his lips, trying to stop himself from smiling at the two. They were an amusing sight, and the man who ran the restaurant acted quite alike to a father for Summer. It was… a cute scene, he decided.

Once again Summer dropped her head on her hands as soon as Michelangelo left. “I’m so sorry. I really am. He just … I don’t even know what to say.” Picking up the glass of wine, she took a long sip, turning the glass in her fingers afterward. “I just want to make sure you have a good time here before you have to go back, Fen.”

“Ye needn’t be sorry, Summer. Your friend Michelangelo cares for you greatly. And besides, he is an amusing fellow!” He took her lead and picked up his own glass, taking a sip from it. “Worry not for that, for I have been enjoying myself greatly thus far.”

He held out his glass over the table for her to touch her own glass against. “Come, no more fretting or worrying. We are friends are we not? Do not be bashful.”

She let Fenrir make her feel better, toasting her glass with his. “May you deserve everything you want, and want everything you deserve,” she said, drinking again. Setting her glass down and tapping her fingers against the base of it, she rested her chin on the other and watched him for a moment. Tried not to admire too closely.

Failed.

As a distraction, Summer said, “So, is there anything you want to know that I can answer?”

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She frowned at the menu for a second. “Mmmm … try the veal marsala.” Another second of chewing, avoiding Fenrir’s eyes, avoiding Fenrir’s face. “I think I’m going to go with my usual,” Summer announced. “I can always use the leftovers when I get buried in code.”

Looming over them suddenly, Michelangelo plunked a glass of wine down before each of them, and a candle in the centre, beaming. “For the happy couple! On the house, because this girl, she is like a daughter to me!”

Summer covered her eyes again. “‘angel’, please, it’s okay. Can you just … ” She pressed her lips together, and Michelangelo interrupted.

“No, no, I understand completely bella! You will tell me what you want to eat, and I will make sure you have perfect solitude!” More beaming. Summer tried not to look at Fenrir at all.

“Now,” the chef said, whipping out a pad and pen, “what shall it be?”

Fenrir’s eyes snapped to the bottle when it was set on the table between them with an audible thunk. Those icy blue eyes trailed up to Michelangelo’s red face via his arm, then the flame of the candle that had also been brought. An amused smirk lit his features, eyes twinkling with innocent entertainment. He rather liked this fellow. A lively chap indeed.

His smile widened at Michelangelo’s words and Summer’s bashfulness. Oh what great fun this all was. His gaze jumped from one Midgardian to the other as the two interacted. They were promised privacy, and Fenrir had to hold back a jovial protest. This Michelangelo man was such a treat!

When asked what they would desire, Fenrir gestured with head and hand to Summer, smiling at her kindly. “Ladies first.” He offered.

Summer gave a little roll of her eyes, cleared her throat, and told Michelangelo, “I want the fettuccine alfredo. And can I get a soda, please?” She eyed Michelangelo. “You know I don’t normally drink.”

“This is a special occasion!” Michelangelo responded, scribbling. “One glass, bella, it will be good for you! What shall I bring you, my boy?”

“I would very much like the Veal Marsala.” He responded when asked, remembering what Summer had told him to try. His pursed his lips, trying to stop himself from smiling at the two. They were an amusing sight, and the man who ran the restaurant acted quite alike to a father for Summer. It was… a cute scene, he decided.

Once again Summer dropped her head on her hands as soon as Michelangelo left. “I’m so sorry. I really am. He just … I don’t even know what to say.” Picking up the glass of wine, she took a long sip, turning the glass in her fingers afterward. “I just want to make sure you have a good time here before you have to go back, Fen.”

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“Well, I wouldn’t mind if it was the truth, but since it’s not … it’s a bit awkward.” She tipped her head to one side, studying him, then smiled gently. “But this trip is not about me! It’s about what you want. So just ignore Michelangelo, okay?”

Picking up the menu cards, encased in plastic to protect against spills, she chewed on the side of her finger and pondered out loud. “Now, do I want my usual thing, or shall I try something new?”

His eyes didn’t leave her as she spoke, nor when she picked up the menu to make a selection. He continued to watch her casually. His menu remained beside his arm for a long moment before he finally turned his gaze down to it and picked it up, leafing through the words written there.

He had no idea what to pick.

His eyes found her face again. “There is so much to choose from here… do you have a suggestion, Summer?”

She frowned at the menu for a second. “Mmmm … try the veal marsala.” Another second of chewing, avoiding Fenrir’s eyes, avoiding Fenrir’s face. “I think I’m going to go with my usual,” Summer announced. “I can always use the leftovers when I get buried in code.”

Looming over them suddenly, Michelangelo plunked a glass of wine down before each of them, and a candle in the centre, beaming. “For the happy couple! On the house, because this girl, she is like a daughter to me!”

Summer covered her eyes again. “‘angel’, please, it’s okay. Can you just … ” She pressed her lips together, and Michelangelo interrupted.

“No, no, I understand completely bella! You will tell me what you want to eat, and I will make sure you have perfect solitude!” More beaming. Summer tried not to look at Fenrir at all.

“Now,” the chef said, whipping out a pad and pen, “what shall it be?”

Fenrir’s eyes snapped to the bottle when it was set on the table between them with an audible thunk. Those icy blue eyes trailed up to Michelangelo’s red face via his arm, then the flame of the candle that had also been brought. An amused smirk lit his features, eyes twinkling with innocent entertainment. He rather liked this fellow. A lively chap indeed.

His smile widened at Michelangelo’s words and Summer’s bashfulness. Oh what great fun this all was. His gaze jumped from one Midgardian to the other as the two interacted. They were promised privacy, and Fenrir had to hold back a jovial protest. This Michelangelo man was such a treat!

When asked what they would desire, Fenrir gestured with head and hand to Summer, smiling at her kindly. “Ladies first.” He offered.

Summer gave a little roll of her eyes, cleared her throat, and told Michelangelo, “I want the fettuccine alfredo. And can I get a soda, please?” She eyed Michelangelo. “You know I don’t normally drink.”

“This is a special occasion!” Michelangelo responded, scribbling. “One glass, bella, it will be good for you! What shall I bring you, my boy?”

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Summer put her hands to her cheeks, feigning a blush. Michelangelo bustled the two of them to a table, patting Summer on the shoulder, and said, “I’ll get you a candle, more romantic.”

“Um,” Summer started, but it was too late. She looked across the table at Fenrir. “He thinks you’re my date.” She covered her eyes with her hand. “I’m sorry. He’ll be digging at you all evening now.”

Fenrir blinked. “He thinks I am a date? Your date?” He turned around, though he didn’t know what he was looking for. He returned to a faced-forward position, staring at the table cloth before looking at her with curious blue eyes. “Is it a bad thing that he thinks thusly?” He took her warning and upped his guard. He was going to seem like a rather odd man, that was for sure.

“Well, I wouldn’t mind if it was the truth, but since it’s not … it’s a bit awkward.” She tipped her head to one side, studying him, then smiled gently. “But this trip is not about me! It’s about what you want. So just ignore Michelangelo, okay?”

Picking up the menu cards, encased in plastic to protect against spills, she chewed on the side of her finger and pondered out loud. “Now, do I want my usual thing, or shall I try something new?”

His eyes didn’t leave her as she spoke, nor when she picked up the menu to make a selection. He continued to watch her casually. His menu remained beside his arm for a long moment before he finally turned his gaze down to it and picked it up, leafing through the words written there.

He had no idea what to pick.

His eyes found her face again. “There is so much to choose from here… do you have a suggestion, Summer?”

She frowned at the menu for a second. “Mmmm … try the veal marsala.” Another second of chewing, avoiding Fenrir’s eyes, avoiding Fenrir’s face. “I think I’m going to go with my usual,” Summer announced. “I can always use the leftovers when I get buried in code.”

Looming over them suddenly, Michelangelo plunked a glass of wine down before each of them, and a candle in the centre, beaming. “For the happy couple! On the house, because this girl, she is like a daughter to me!”

Summer covered her eyes again. “‘angel’, please, it’s okay. Can you just … ” She pressed her lips together, and Michelangelo interrupted.

“No, no, I understand completely bella! You will tell me what you want to eat, and I will make sure you have perfect solitude!” More beaming. Summer tried not to look at Fenrir at all.

“Now,” the chef said, whipping out a pad and pen, “what shall it be?”

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“About once a week. I wouldn’t say they know me by name, but they certainly know my face! It’s a lovely thing, I’ve found, to go somewhere that you’re greeted and welcomed when you walk in the door.” Her smile was soft, reminiscent.

As if cued, a large, rotund, red-faced man in a white apron spotted them and waved vigorously. “My friend!” he called to the pair. “You have company! This is exciting!” As they came up to him, the burly cook dragged Summer into an enveloping hug, then thrust his hand out to Fenrir and boomed, “You are a lucky man, sir! This lady, she has discriminating taste!”

Before Fenrir could offer much of a response to Summer he was outdone by a rather booming accent. He looked to see who could cause such volume and his eyes were met by a stout man. He seemed to be dressed as a cook, and seemed to know Summer very well. Fenrir grinned to himself as he watched the little scene play out. He looked down at the outstretched hand and accepted it, giving it a firm shake. He nodded. “I should imagine she is. With beauty such as hers, she must attract many suitors.” He flashed a smile to her, dropping the man’s hand after the handshake was done.

Summer put her hands to her cheeks, feigning a blush. Michelangelo bustled the two of them to a table, patting Summer on the shoulder, and said, “I’ll get you a candle, more romantic.”

“Um,” Summer started, but it was too late. She looked across the table at Fenrir. “He thinks you’re my date.” She covered her eyes with her hand. “I’m sorry. He’ll be digging at you all evening now.”

Fenrir blinked. “He thinks I am a date? Your date?” He turned around, though he didn’t know what he was looking for. He returned to a faced-forward position, staring at the table cloth before looking at her with curious blue eyes. “Is it a bad thing that he thinks thusly?” He took her warning and upped his guard. He was going to seem like a rather odd man, that was for sure.

“Well, I wouldn’t mind if it was the truth, but since it’s not … it’s a bit awkward.” She tipped her head to one side, studying him, then smiled gently. “But this trip is not about me! It’s about what you want. So just ignore Michelangelo, okay?”

Picking up the menu cards, encased in plastic to protect against spills, she chewed on the side of her finger and pondered out loud. “Now, do I want my usual thing, or shall I try something new?”

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“It’s called Michelangelo’s. Great Italian place. It’s really small, but a lot of places in New York are. With so many people here, space is really at a premium.” Summer made an effort to keep her distance, physically, from Fenrir, after that hug. Had it really been that long? Surely she was not that starved for touch.

Better safe than sorry.

He nodded, his hands finding the slits in the front of his trousers. He left them there, finding the action comfortable. Pockets, probably. And built into the pants. Clever! He noticed her standing a bit far away, but thought nothing of it. Regardless he gave her her space. “Do you venture there often?”

“About once a week. I wouldn’t say they know me by name, but they certainly know my face! It’s a lovely thing, I’ve found, to go somewhere that you’re greeted and welcomed when you walk in the door.” Her smile was soft, reminiscent.

As if cued, a large, rotund, red-faced man in a white apron spotted them and waved vigorously. “My friend!” he called to the pair. “You have company! This is exciting!” As they came up to him, the burly cook dragged Summer into an enveloping hug, then thrust his hand out to Fenrir and boomed, “You are a lucky man, sir! This lady, she has discriminating taste!”

Before Fenrir could offer much of a response to Summer he was outdone by a rather booming accent. He looked to see who could cause such volume and his eyes were met by a stout man. He seemed to be dressed as a cook, and seemed to know Summer very well. Fenrir grinned to himself as he watched the little scene play out. He looked down at the outstretched hand and accepted it, giving it a firm shake. He nodded. “I should imagine she is. With beauty such as hers, she must attract many suitors.” He flashed a smile to her, dropping the man’s hand after the handshake was done.

Summer put her hands to her cheeks, feigning a blush. Michelangelo bustled the two of them to a table, patting Summer on the shoulder, and said, “I’ll get you a candle, more romantic.”

“Um,” Summer started, but it was too late. She looked across the table at Fenrir. “He thinks you’re my date.” She covered her eyes with her hand. “I’m sorry. He’ll be digging at you all evening now.”

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“Ooooh, flattery will get you everywhere, boyo,” Summer grinned, shaking a finger at him. “Keep that up and I’ll just keep you right here at home with me.” Her tone was light, teasing, and then she smacked herself on the forehead. “What am I doing? We were going to walk! I’m so stupid sometimes.” 

“Ah, but honesty does not often share a name with flattery, dear Summer.” He jumped slightly when she harmed herself, a frown showing his displeasure that she would lay hand on her own skin in such a way. “Do you still wish to walk?” He asked. Either way he wouldn’t mind. He was just eager to watch the evening with his friend unfold.

“I really do like to walk when I can. I don’t have to worry about finding parking, or what I drink.” Stepping beside Fenrir, Summer looked up at his bold profile. A little shyly, she said, “You really are a genuinely nice guy, Fen,” and slipped an arm around his waist for a swift hug. Then she was half-skipping ahead, leading the way up the sidewalk.

He smiled. “Thank you. As you are a very pleasant woman to be around.” A little stunted, he awkwardly returned the hug—or at least tried to—before she skirted ahead, leaving him to follow. The air, although laced with pollutants that he could feel in his lungs, was pleasant. It was not overwhelmingly cold, nor was it too hot. It was perfect. Or as close to perfection as Midgard could get.

“Where did you say we were going?” He inquired, more trying to reignite their conversation rather than actually seeking an answer.

“It’s called Michelangelo’s. Great Italian place. It’s really small, but a lot of places in New York are. With so many people here, space is really at a premium.” Summer made an effort to keep her distance, physically, from Fenrir, after that hug. Had it really been that long? Surely she was not that starved for touch.

Better safe than sorry.

He nodded, his hands finding the slits in the front of his trousers. He left them there, finding the action comfortable. Pockets, probably. And built into the pants. Clever! He noticed her standing a bit far away, but thought nothing of it. Regardless he gave her her space. “Do you venture there often?”

“About once a week. I wouldn’t say they know me by name, but they certainly know my face! It’s a lovely thing, I’ve found, to go somewhere that you’re greeted and welcomed when you walk in the door.” Her smile was soft, reminiscent.

As if cued, a large, rotund, red-faced man in a white apron spotted them and waved vigorously. “My friend!” he called to the pair. “You have company! This is exciting!” As they came up to him, the burly cook dragged Summer into an enveloping hug, then thrust his hand out to Fenrir and boomed, “You are a lucky man, sir! This lady, she has discriminating taste!”