[It's the strangest thing. Lup both looks and sounds genuine. Not like she's playing a trick on him or intends to humiliate him, but like she's actually propositioning him for an afternoon in her company.
Barry is struck by how badly he wants that.
But of course, his head is already stirring with possible reasons and consequences for following his roaring gut. Why would she ask him? What does she want? What would they even do? She doesn't even like him! Do they have anything at all in common? What would they even talk about?
Does any of that even matter? Lup wants to hang out with him. Barry is nervous.]
H-How... How do I know y'won't just... tie me to th'flag pole by th'football field? Or throw me in th'dumpster? O-Or lock me in th'janitor's closet, or hook me to th'wall by my underwear, o-or--
[Listen, Barry has about a decade's experience with bullies. He's seen most of it. None of it is nice.]
Well - [The young teen draws the word out with a casual roll of her shoulders, just enough movement to give a quick look around them, to the few students still lingering in the halls, the eyes that won't leave her back.
She's pretty damn stuck now. It's either pull out and look like an idiot or go full confidence and inspire the rest of the student body with her supreme awesomeness. Clearly, out of the two, there's really only one option to go with.
Lup looks back to Barry and smiles, still sharp but there's a touch of playful warmth in her expression. Usually she's all sharp and hard, so being able to see this touch of realness? It's a definite honor.]
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Barry is struck by how badly he wants that.
But of course, his head is already stirring with possible reasons and consequences for following his roaring gut. Why would she ask him? What does she want? What would they even do? She doesn't even like him! Do they have anything at all in common? What would they even talk about?
Does any of that even matter? Lup wants to hang out with him. Barry is nervous.]
H-How... How do I know y'won't just... tie me to th'flag pole by th'football field? Or throw me in th'dumpster? O-Or lock me in th'janitor's closet, or hook me to th'wall by my underwear, o-or--
[Listen, Barry has about a decade's experience with bullies. He's seen most of it. None of it is nice.]
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She's pretty damn stuck now. It's either pull out and look like an idiot or go full confidence and inspire the rest of the student body with her supreme awesomeness. Clearly, out of the two, there's really only one option to go with.
Lup looks back to Barry and smiles, still sharp but there's a touch of playful warmth in her expression. Usually she's all sharp and hard, so being able to see this touch of realness? It's a definite honor.]
Guess you'll just have to trust me, my guy.