[He got her several books! About electricity! One is a fairly basic science book about how it works! One is a slightly more complex science book! One is just about the history of it!]
I presumed your meaning was, uhm, electricity as a source of fuel, but let me know if my assumption was incorrect. We don't have these devices where I'm from, I thought it might be similar for you.
Anyway, the expression on his face is a bit hard to parse; he glances at his forearm, and then sort of puts his hand in his pocket.]
A very unpleasant effect. It would be nice to be the sort who could wear it openly. [. . .] I used to closely hide the scars there, as well, with bandages, and then one day I stopped bothering. It's strange to be back to hiding it, and perhaps I ought to be braver about that, too.
[He kind of blue screens when she starts pulling down her top? Just sort of staring at her blinking like 'what is happening' until he understands where this is going.
After which - ]
. . . Ah. Never easy, no.
[He frowns and seems uncertain for a moment, before rolling his sleeve up the rest of the way. UNFORGIVABLE.]
No. [He - will roll up the other sleeve and show them there. They're just like weird cuts in kind of a pattern all over.] They bother me a little sometimes, like an itch, but not really. From a long time ago.
[a nod, and she's opening the books, flipping through them.
...
well, now that all that weirdness is out of the way, this is nice, actually. she settles into a rather congenial silence across from caleb, leafing through a diagram of electricity generation.]
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No apologies necessary for me. But I apologize as well?
[Taking the cocoa.]
Danke schön. They do not have tea here after all, I realize. . . a very strange cafe. But this is good?
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[still, she's drinking it.
...
hmm]
The books...
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[He got her several books! About electricity! One is a fairly basic science book about how it works! One is a slightly more complex science book! One is just about the history of it!]
I presumed your meaning was, uhm, electricity as a source of fuel, but let me know if my assumption was incorrect. We don't have these devices where I'm from, I thought it might be similar for you.
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[she nods. well, getting bit by caleb is pretty fine, actually. caleb is very smart and knowledgeable and has a cute cat.
she shuffles the books over to her side of the table, skimming through them a little—when she looks up, an inscrutable look on her face.]
...I saw part of your mark, by the way. [best to just be honest about it.] On your arm.
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Anyway, the expression on his face is a bit hard to parse; he glances at his forearm, and then sort of puts his hand in his pocket.]
A very unpleasant effect. It would be nice to be the sort who could wear it openly. [. . .] I used to closely hide the scars there, as well, with bandages, and then one day I stopped bothering. It's strange to be back to hiding it, and perhaps I ought to be braver about that, too.
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for a moment, it looks like she's about to do something risqué, as she fumbles with her top...
but she just pulls it down just a little. there, on the left side of her chest, just below the pink lining, is just one word: LOSS]
...It's only fair.
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After which - ]
. . . Ah. Never easy, no.
[He frowns and seems uncertain for a moment, before rolling his sleeve up the rest of the way. UNFORGIVABLE.]
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You don't have to explain.
[just in case he felt he had to.]
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[Rolling his sleeve back down with a little bit of a grimace.]
An ugly story, anyway. And neither do you, though you may if you wish to.
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It's not really a story...
[...]
Do they still hurt?
[the scars.]
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I was told the itching is healing.
[all scars, continuing to constantly heal over time...]
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[Rolling it right back down and going for the hot chocolate.]
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...
well, now that all that weirdness is out of the way, this is nice, actually. she settles into a rather congenial silence across from caleb, leafing through a diagram of electricity generation.]
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Oh, did you get a tea book...?
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A tea book?
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Electricity and tea.
[apparently she didn't mean having the drink, but a book on it, too...]
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. . . I misunderstood, I thought you wanted to get tea. [God.] Though I have not even provided this?
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Now that we know the library isn't cursed, we can just go and get one if needed.
[...]
Would you like to have tea with me?
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. . . Maybe sometime. I like hot cocoa, but tea is nice, too. However, I would also be glad to bring you a book on it?
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[she drinks the hot chocolate.]
I will take your book recommendation, though.