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Tim froze a bit as the late November air grabbed hold of him, pulling him into its icy embrace. He zipped up his baggy army jacket, grossing his arms over his chest as the two of them walked down the street, a comfortable silence settling in over them as they walked. Tim looked at her, she at him. He smiled, and she smiled back at him. Their heads went back to the snow covered side walk in front of them, still smiling.

Comfortable silence.

Thats new.

After making it to the Cafe, Tim let Sophia take the lead more, letting her order the two coffees for them. Soon Tim would be ready to do something like that... but not yet. Social interactions were still fare too scary and nerve racking for him to even begin to comprehend. So, coffee in hand, they left the Rose, moving forwards to their destination. Tim took a sip of his coffee before speaking.

"Y'know, I was actually, up, doing some looking into those runes a few days ago." He said, looking at her, taking a sip from his coffee. Sophias eyes lightened up, a wonder unleashed in them. "On the internet? I did some back search stuff, y'know. Google searching, forum browsing, all that fun stuff. Well, believe it or not, the language seems to be a bunch of pieces of runes and hieroglyphics and shit from, like fifty different cultures. I had to look at roughly thirty different languages to figure that out." He raised a hand to the side of is head, scratching as his scalp absent mindedly. "I wonder what that means..."

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Tim giggled a little, flustered, cheeks flushing red as he looked away at her comment. She said he looked good? Well, that was the first time he had felt positive about his body in years. Well, mainly because she was the first person to really comment on it or anything. She was the first person he had ever truly hung out with, really. There was nobody else to say anything. Plus by this point he was slowly starting to worship the words coming out of her mouth, so any positive thing she said to him meant three billion times more than it normally would. He muttered out a quiet thank you.

He shoved his hands into his hoodie pockets, smiling still as he spoke.

"Lets just walk." he said, moving towards the door, grabbing his keys off of the coffee table. "I like walking more."

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Smiled a little, a bit embarrassed as he traversed the room to his bedroom, closing the door behind him with a quiet click. He let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding in, exhaling loudly into the empty space in his room. He brought his hands to his face, rubbing at his cheeks, trying to get the redness out of them. His breath was a little shaky, and so was his body. But he also felt really good that he had done that, a small smile spreading across his face as he regained his composure. He walked over to the drawer across the room, pulling out a dark red v-neck t shirt, the image of a sketchy flock of birds flying off onto the shoulder on it. HE grabbed a plain gray zip up hoodie as well, pulling that on over it, covering up his arms.

He turned around, noticing the small indent in the wall above his bed. HE sighed a bit, remembering the events of last night, then quickly pushing them out of his mind. He had to go, and he had to be happy.

HE was happy.

HE pushed out of the door, giving Sophia a small wave as he did.

"Hello, I'm decent now, no need to shield your eyes."

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Tim sighed a bit as the water hit his back, relaxing a bit after his eventful, rather stressful day. As the water assaulted his back, he let his mind wander, his body on autopilot, going through the motions of what a shower is supposed to do. Mainly, he found his thoughts shifting to Sophia and the tunnel.

Okay, mainly Sophia.

It was becoming increasingly clear to him that his feelings for her were more than just friendly friendship feelings. The way he felt when she was around, the way she made him feel when she spoke, the sense of calmness he felt when she touched him or caressed him. HE thought of the way h saw her. The night she was illuminated by the streetlight, in the falling snow. Or just a few minutes ago, when she had just woken up from her nap, curled up on the other end of the couch. His mind raced, and he noticed he was blushing.

Oh, fuck, she's beautiful and I love her.

HE composed himself, shutting off the shower, drying off, and pulling on his pants. HE quickly towel dried his hair, and, upon reaching for his shirt, noticed that he hadn't brought one in with him. She sighed, looking down at his arms, and the jagged scars that ran up them. Each of them were vertical, with a few offshoots here and there. He managed to miss major veins. He lost a lot of blood, but not enough to kill him.

Tim shook his head, clearing out the darker thoughts. He didnt want them. Instead, he focused on the present. He needed to get a shirt. He needed to go past Sophia to get it. She was going to see all of his scars, and he couldnt stop that. But it was okay. Everything was going to be fine because he trusted her. And so, he composed himself, breathed in, and pushed through the door.

"I forgot to get a shirt." He said, his hands in fists at his sides as he walked. "I'll be back, gotta get one."

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Tim stopped for a moment as he noticed the scar on his way to the bathroom. It was almost unnoticeable with how light it was. He wondered what she did to get it, ad for a moment, he thought about mentioning it or saying something about it, and he started to open his mouth to say something, but he caught himself. What if she didnt want to talk about it? People dont usually want to talk about their scars, do they? And she never brought it up. She hid it, even. She didnt want to talk about this with him probably.

He never talked about the ones on his arms.

So, he decided to drop it, for the time being, instead opting to go right for the shower. God, he was dirty.

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"I really just need to shower." Tim said, looking down at himself. HE had nearly forgotten that he woke up this morning, freaked out, then sat in a corner all day. He probably smelled like sweat and tears and B.O. and he hated it. His hair was a mess, his face was as greasy as Sophia's, and he was overall not pleased with the current situation, now that he was realizing just how unpresentable he looked. "A shower would make things thirty times better for me, right now."

He stood up, stretching, letting his bones pop and shift as he did so. He needed to look like a human before he researched creepy mythological runes.

"But, uh, yeah, you can wash your face." He said, motioning to the sink.

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Tim nodded in response, tugging at a loose thread on his shirt again. He thought it was a good idea to go to the library, check things out, figure out what's going on. Because as of now, the two of them knew very little about these things. They were portals, they were following them, and they took them to weird, fucked up memory versions of their past. Why? Where did they come from? What happened to them that made it want to choose them? There were so many unanswered questions, and it was making his head hurt.

"Yeah, thats a fantastic idea." He said, nodding a bit as he focused on what was going on again. "I, um, I think we could go today, it's still pretty early. When do you wanna go, Soph?--ia?"

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Tim nodded, looking away, smiling awkwardly, blushing a little. He liked that she liked the name. He liked that he could call her that. He liked her, and he really cared about what she thought about him, and about what he said. He nodded again, looking back at her again, making eye contact, then looking down at his arm, tugging at a loose thread he found, distracting himself.

"Oh, okay. I, um, I can do that, yeah." He said, unsure of what to say to her, trying to push down his obvious and confusing feelings that he was only now starting to fully realize. He couldnt just go out and just tell her this. They had known each other for the better half of a month, and thats it. He'd come off as crazy, and he'd scare her away, and he'd be alone again, and he'd have to deal with all of this alone, and he really, really didnt want to be alone. He couldn't be alone again.

"S-so, um, Soph--Sophia, how--what do you wanna do, uh, now?"

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Tim barely heard her question. He was a bit too focused on her... well, everything. Her hair was a bit messier that it usually was, sticking up oddly on one area of her head. Her eyes were still only half open, her body still trying to wake up. She was curled up on the other end of the couch, her knees drawn up to her chest. He couldn't stop observing all of the little things about her. She was cute, he thought.

His heart was beating a bit faster, and h felt a smile just barely spreading across his face. This wasnt the first time he felt this way around her. Ever since their initial meeting, he's been flustered around her every now and again, he realized, but not because he was embarassed to be around her or to say things around her. But because she made him...happy, for a change.

Maybe he was in love with her.

Tim breathed in sharply, suddenly.

maybe I'm in love with her.

"Oh, I-I do feel better, way better, now, thanks, Soph. Sophia. Thank you."

Oh, fuck, I'm in love with her.

||The Forest|| [supernatural RP, looking for F]

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