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Like you're in the wrong place and your heart's gonna leap right out of your chest?

[ Her hand closed over her sternum, describing the anxiety that spawned from overwhelming uncertainty, all the changes and the past she was leaving behind. Brows knitted, smile sympathetic, Cellar angles her head. ]

Yeah, I think that's normal for most of us. [ A look aside, leaving those of us who aren't psychos out. ] I can't promise you'll get over it, [ A few years in and she still relapses, ] but I can do my best to help.

Hm.

[What he describes could be it - but he hesitates a beat, wondering if he's just weird. Wrong?]

... Did you forget anything, too?

I mean, would I know it if I'd forgotten anything?

[ She gets it, but she wants to assuage any creeping anxieties and chooses to be playful. Something about him makes her feel like she has to, for —

For him.

Cellar puts the spider legs away, folding again until they're nothing. ]

I'm guessing you don't have a mentor yet.

[He remains a little unsettled looking, but seems to be trying to push through.]

... No. Do I need one?

All of us gets one. Mine was Great. [ Oh, ] As in Great Dane, not. Great-great. Even though he was.

[ oh no the dorkening ]

Anyway, he'll find someone for you, I'm sure. What can you do?

Are you mentoring anyone?

[Because, y'know...]

[ It's not a spittake, but close enough. ]

Me? Oh god, no. I'm way too new. I've only been here for a few years.

[ There's no way she'd be ready for that kind of responsibility, ha ha. Ha. ]

Compared to a few days, you're plenty qualified.

[Brows raise.]

But if you don't want me, that's cool too. I'm sure some other, equally cool person might...

[ Oh, she sees what he's doing. Cellar crosses her arms, trying not to smirk (it doesn't work), letting silence linger. ]

You didn't answer my question.

[ Reverse eyebrow raise. ]

What if I wanna keep that between me and my mentor? Pinky promise stuff?

All the more reaaaason...

And how am I supposed to know we're a good match if you don't tell me, hm?

[ Or she could just... snoop around his file. Even if Great doesn't let her, Neon has access, and he definitely would. Except that'd require waiting. ]

You don't already feel the spark?

[He laughs. But then... shrugs.]

It's not a very impressive power, so far as I've seen compared to some of the others. I'm just a techy guy?

[ But why is he even prettier when he laughs? ]

You mean like you can mess with computers and stuff?

Yeah. You should back up your iPad, it's been a while.

[ And here she was ready to show it to him and ask if he could tell whether there was something wrong with it. ]

... Was that glitchy-thing you.

Youuu have really interesting spam emails.

[He can't help it, he sees all! He pretends to wince.]

[ Nooo who cares about her emails, he saw her sketches?? ]

Oh my god, you can't do that!

[ Clutching the ipad closer to her chest now, as if that'll do anything. This is like the telepath thing, isn't it? Why does Raíz hand out these powers asdfdg ]

You also really need to allow a system update. It's crying and begging at this point.

[But he laughs again.]

I try to tune it out. But I'm still figuring it out.

Yeah, well... tune it out harder.

[ Her little Delphines are hers. Why'd she name them that? She forgo— ]

Or I guess I could help you figure it out.

You won't believe some of the stuff I know about the other people here - don't know a thing about them but their browsing histories? Woof.

[And the smutty texts those twins get up to? Geez.]

... How about I audition for mentee, and you decide if you accept or not.

Somehow I think I would believe it, actually. [ She's been living with these weirdos. The stuff that comes out of their mouth is probably just as wild as whatever they're typing into google. ] Okay, well — how're we having this audition? [ Finger tapping the origami case, ] No touching my iPad again.

You can ask me questions? I'll answer. Give you a demo of my skills...

[He claps his hands together.]

But we should do it over drinks.

[ That's all it takes to bring back her little sunshine-grin. ]

... Okay. I'm driving.

[ Because there's no way she's doing that in the house. Too many people around to take Jewel's attention away from her in the most annoying ways imaginable. And then there's Great. ]

Let's fucking gooooo.

[He grins widely, then holds out his hand to her. Just feels right - like they're...

Like they're

Like they're

Like they're?

Eloping?]

Dork.

[ She's said that before. Where?

Cellar brushes hair behind her ear — it drapes right back into where it was — walks over to her bed to leave the iPad behind and put her shoes on. Sneakers tied, jacket thrown over her tank top, she grabs a small backpack and returns to Th— Ted—, no — what? — Jewel, reaching for his hand, a little in disbelief of how charming he is. Is he sure it's just technology that's his thing? ]