Jamie is downright boyish as Michael approaches. He looks up at the comment, and for a moment it seems like he's trying to decide what to do with the boy standing near him.
"Haven't been shivved yet," he points out as he stands up. His eyes are the kind of blue that invites people to drown. "Are you going to change my luck?"
He wonders if this is the person that's been watching him. He feels it now and then, when he's in the park, especially if he's on his own. Hard to shake that kind of feeling after the paranoia sets in.
Michael's joking, obviously. He looks pretty harmless - straight white teeth when he smiles, bright blue eyes that border on grey. He brushes his fingers back through the curls of his hair, shaking them out so he can see a little better, and he steps forward, kneeling down to look at the flowers.
"These -" -- and he picks one, standing back up, rolling the stem in his fingers. "- are new. I've been living here for a while. These are the first flowers I've seen in months."
Jamie leans against the side of the well while Michael examines the flowers.
"They are new," he agrees. He doesn't take credit for them; he's been hiding himself from humans for so long that showing his hand here feels like a bad idea. Just because he's run into other different people in no way makes him safe.
"They're paperwhites. Part of the narcissus family, like daffodils."
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"Haven't been shivved yet," he points out as he stands up. His eyes are the kind of blue that invites people to drown. "Are you going to change my luck?"
He wonders if this is the person that's been watching him. He feels it now and then, when he's in the park, especially if he's on his own. Hard to shake that kind of feeling after the paranoia sets in.
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Michael's joking, obviously. He looks pretty harmless - straight white teeth when he smiles, bright blue eyes that border on grey. He brushes his fingers back through the curls of his hair, shaking them out so he can see a little better, and he steps forward, kneeling down to look at the flowers.
"These -" -- and he picks one, standing back up, rolling the stem in his fingers. "- are new. I've been living here for a while. These are the first flowers I've seen in months."
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"They are new," he agrees. He doesn't take credit for them; he's been hiding himself from humans for so long that showing his hand here feels like a bad idea. Just because he's run into other different people in no way makes him safe.
"They're paperwhites. Part of the narcissus family, like daffodils."