[OPEN] if it means a lot to you

[gryphon alise pashall]

Gryphon sighed, tapping her nails on her leg as she sat down. "Whachya thinking about?" She asked curiously, watching him momentarily before picking up a magazine. She flipped the cover open, sighing distrastefully as her eyes scanned the page. "I don't see how people can read magazines.." She mumbled, flipping through a couple more pages. "The only interesting thing about them are the pictures."

[zacharias nicoli spartan]

"Arm itches.." He huffed, staring warily down at the stained blood on one of his sleeves. He scratched at his wrist again, trying not to break the scabs, glanced at the magazine. "I dun' like to read.." He shifted his weight, tugging at his jeans some. They felt looser than when he got them. He knew he had been losing weight.

[gryphon alise pashall]

"I can see that. I asked whachya thinking not what are you doing.." She sighed, dropping the magazine back onto to the table. Her eyes trailed over his clothes, her nose wrinkling as she saw the blood. "Want me to wash those for you? You could come over and I could make dinner. That gives me an excuse to make a desert. Oh, I could make chocolate cake.. I haven't made that in awhile," Gryphon bit her lip nervously. "I think your the only person who will let me ramble on and on til' I realize that I'm doing it.."

[zacharias nicoli spartan]

"That is what 'was thinking of..." He insisted, tugging his sleeves up hesitantly some to show her the scabs before pulling them back down.
He eyed his gurgling stomach hesitantly, then his clothes at her comment. "Okay.." Biting his lip, he shrugged. "'Like listening..not talking.."

[gryphon alise pashall]

"What'd you get those from?" She asked as he lifted his sleeve up. Her eyes only seeing a glimpse of the scars. She picked at her nails, looking back up to his face. She smiled, and quickly looked back down at the magazine. "Well, sooner or later I will get you to say more than just two words. Maybe.." Gryphon laughed to herself, and picked up another magazine.

[zacharias nicoli spartan]

"Myself.." He murmured, raising an eyebrow. He smiled faintly at her.comment about talking, shook his head stubbornly. He opened hus notebook, flipping to a clean page, a faint smile on his lips as he wrote in his odd mirrored scrawl. He closed it after a good half a page was written, sticking hus pencil back through the spirals so he wouldn't lose it. That guy at the cemetery had given it to him and it was all he had.

[gryphon alise pashall]

Gryphon picked at her nails, looking up curiously. "Why would you do that?" She picked the magizines up, placing them back on the table in front of them. The man behind the desk called her over, tossing the keys in the air as she got close. Her hands barely made it in time to catch them. She grunted quietly, glancing toward Zach. "You comin'?"She smiled, and started to the door, waiting for him outside.

[zacharias nicoli spartan]

Zach shrugged. "Cos I like to.." He mumbled. "Why any a' us do what we do?" He watched her get up to grab her keys, and stood, moving after her and outside before looking around.

[gryphon alise pashall]

Gryphon sighed, twirling in a circle as she stepped outside. "Hm, I don't know. But I don't think hurting yourself is a good habit." She shrugged, turning into the parking lot where her car was. "Do you enjoy me talking?" Pressing a button on her key, and her car unlocked. She opened her door, peering over the car at him before sliding in.

[zacharias nicoli spartan]

"Maybe not..." He wandered after her quietly, and at her question he nodded. "Yeah.." A smile graced his lips. He eyed the car warily however, slowing down. He hadn't ridden in one for a long time.