<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e327/steusloffa/Dicks/Edits/Oldxianfull1499141_zps38c90cd5.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Jin Yamazaki</div></span><br/><br/><br/>As Melda turned away from the young man to fish out the money that had been stuffed into her chest, Jin turned his attention to the sky. That moon seemed to be rather large today, almost as if it were close enough to touch. Jin found it strangely difficult to pry his attention from it when Melda finally spoke. "I'd prefer being at home. My parents will send out every resource available and have me labelled as a hate crime before they even know I'm just staying at a friend's..." she replied in a ramble, then pausing as she realized the word vomit that was escaping her. "What I mean to say is, it would be very unusual for me not to come home and my parents would worry," Melda clarified. Jin simply shrugged and followed her lead, it was her choice after all.<br/><br/>As they began to walk, Jin couldn't help but get the feeling that being in the dark wasn't something the young girl enjoyed. She seemed to be on edge, her movements stiff and jittery. "Um...so, I just...Oh, nevermind," Melda started and stopped suddenly with her speech. She took a breath, continuing to walk in a worried silence. She then tried again, "I just...I wanted to say thank you about Payton. I mean, I'm sure you had other reasons to kick him out, but I just...I don't know, I guess I thought he would just be allowed to get away with it like he always is." And with that, Melda seemed to feel a little bit better. Jin simply shrugged, "He was a douche and his douchely-ness was bad for business," he said without any particular amount of emotion. "It's just nice to know there are humans in the world who still have compassion," she admitted. She crossed her arms some to help block the cool wind that passed through, and she gave a small shudder in her jacket. It wasn't extremely cold, but it was enough to bother Melda. "This weather bites..." she grumbled as she looked from the sky to Jin, giving him a grumpy look. "I thought seasons would be fun when my parents said we would move here. I didn't realize seasons meant freezing or melting your ass off at any given time of the year. I thought it mean like, you know, spring, summer, fall..." Melda trailed off.<br/><br/>Jin, once again, simply shrugged to the girl and remained mostly silent, "You get used to it I guess." It was starting to become obvious that Jin's slow responses or silence left Melda to fill the air with nonsense. She seemed nervous around Jin, in a weird way. It left the young man with a weird taste in his mouth, though it wasn't bad. "Do I make you that nervous...?" he asked her with a raised brow, slowing their pace a bit until he eventually stopped, standing under a flickering street lamp. "If you were smart, you would say yes and then never come around me again. Someone with your unique assets and issues wouldn't benefit at all by being around someone like me." Jin stated. He was warning her more for her own good than anything else. While he might not have been the most attentive of people, he knew what the girl went through on a daily basis. It seemed strange to him that this girl would willingly interact with him so freely.