[CLOSED] still holding on.

[harper reese lebeau]

"That's okay. I'll walk with you." She said. She took off her apron, folding it over one of her arms. She stuffed her hands into her pockets, her now brown eyes looking around. She felt out of place, walking in the dark with a guy who's name she didn't even know. She started untucking her shirt, then put her hands back into her low riding jeans. A size or two too big, they settled on her hips, low enough to see her underwear if she moved the wrong way.

"Just don't go tripping on anything. I don't think I can haul you up myself." She said, glancing over at him.

[trez matthew steele]

Trez smiled faintly. "I'm not gonna trip. I hope not." He laughed softly, voice hushed as he glanced around. A pair of eyes peered back, canine and curious. A list of people it might be ran through his head and he smirked, continuing on in silence.

But it was too quiet, and he didn't like the time he had to think about things. "Never caught your name.." He mumbled. "Mine's Trez."

[harper reese lebeau]

"'m Harper." She said, looking down at her feet. She hated her name, preferred to be called anything but. "But whatever strange nickname you come up with will suffice just fine." She said. She raised her hands to her ponytail, tightening it before she pulled her jeans up a bit, crossing her hands over her chest. She wasn't unaware of the fact that you could see the briefs she had on under her jeans, but she didn't care. 'I'd rather people think I wanna bang girls than have people want me..' She thought, wondering if her confused ways of dressing had something to do with the fact that her mother let her dress however she wanted since she was little.

"I dunno. I guess Harper always reminded me of an angel's harp and.. ugh. No. I can't imagine anyone being attracted to someone named Harper. It's impossible." She shrugged.

[trez matthew steele]

"It's not impossible," Trez complained softly with a smile. "I like it." His foot caught but he made the action discreet in hopes of her not noticing, took a turn down another road. He felt sick to his stomach, didn't really know why but shrugged it off. Too much stress on his body was all. Plus he hadn't eaten a thing.

[harper reese lebeau]

"Tipsy?" She asked, reaching over to grab his arm. She slid it down his arm, taking his hand gently into hers. She squeezed it, letting him know she was there. "Just walk. No one's in a rush to get anywhere." She told him with a smile, but she kept her head down. She knew her eyes were changing, her lack of sleep making her lose whatever control she had mastered over it. She raised her other hand, rubbing at a yellow eye before she tucked it in her jeans.

"I think my mom named me Harper cause I was born when my dad was stationed in wherever. And I was born without him. I dunno. I was always weird."

[trez matthew steele]

"I'm never in a rush to get anywhere." He smiled faintly, squeazed her hand gently. "Just..tired. Seizures and work tend to do that.."

He ran a hand through his hair, watching his step now.

[harper reese lebeau]

"Well, we're gonna get you home so you can go to sleep. Sound like a plan?" She asked, glancing up at him for a second before she lowered her head again, her yellow eyes looking down at her shoes.

"You know, they say when you walk and talk with someone, your steps like.. sync. But our steps are completely off." She smiled a bit, biting down on her lip.

[trez matthew steele]

Trez caught her eyes for a moment, but realized he felt no different from before. Which..only meant he'd had previous attraction, right?

He smiled at her words. "Maybe 'cos I couldn't walk right to save my life right now," He huffed, bumping her shoulder gently.

[harper reese lebeau]

She smiled, tempted to nudge him back. But she didn't want to knock him over. She just pulled on his arm, holding onto his thumb rather than slipping her fingers between his. She glanced up at someone walking back, and by the way their eyes followed her, she assumed they had to be a human and that her eyes really were yellow. She looked away, pulling Trez's arm closer.

[trez matthew steele]

Trez felt her pull his arm closer, looked around. "It's okay, you know..you don't have to hide your face." He paused, lifting her chin. "Look at me.." He searched yellow eyes, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "Sean taught me how to ignore it with him. Just gotta see you for who you are." He brushed her hair back, letting go of her chin.