<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/27/10/88/2710888c5f187d75741db724a9581e7b.jpg) </div><strong>NAME:</strong>Troy McNair<br/><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>October 28th, 2017 - noon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Cafe<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Libby<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong><br/><br/>Watching Lib eat was mesmerizing. She probably didn't even know how she looked as she so carefully cut and chewed each piece. He had almost didn't even noticed the hint of annoyance in her voice. But he did, getting used to raising her ire on a daily basis. Hell, it was starting to become kind of fun to make his kitten draw her claws. The food must have been good enough to make her feel charitable though as her eyes lit up (though not in a good way) and she actually answered his question.<br/><br/>Maybe he would have preferred if she hadn't.<em>So she did have powers.</em>She watched him intently as he leaned over to look at the illustration she was showing him. Now, he had to admit that his eyes did something of a 'double take' - he wasn't expecting quite such a macabre scene. But he settled back into his chair, resting his right ankle over his left knee and taking the book into his lap. He looked at her for a moment, with no clear emotion or decision, and then back down to the book. He couldn't read the words but he flipped a few more pages to find other illustrations.<br/><br/><em>This ... explains a lot. </em>Her constant guard at being attacked, her fierce retort, and the way her entire persona was designed to be as spiky as her killer heels. She must expect rejection at every turn. But there was something more in her eyes - pride. Troy knew something of waiting for harsh reactions to who and what he was. Not to mention being ready to fight and defend his family legacy. Never had he sat on the other side of the table from it though. In just two short days this petite woman had given Troy a lot of new perspectives on life and his lot in it. She also made him feel less alone. Not that he<em>really</em>felt comfortable with the idea that she... raised the dead? That was what this illustration was implying, right? It was beyond his ken in terms of his world view.<br/><br/>He looked up as if to say something but the waited. "Excuse me a second, hmm?" He set the book aside and pulled out his phone, deftly swiping till he found what he was looking for. Who knows what she thought he was doing. After a few minutes of shaking his head and hunting down ... something, he looked back up and passed her his screen. It had a picture of a man in a very academic looking suit. "So I attended a lecture given here by a visiting professor from Brazil last year. His focus was artifacts and art history surrounding some more esoteric aspects of The Cult of the Dead and it's evolution over time. He is actually what inspired me to look into the auction these books came from. Not sure if he is coming again this year, but it couldn't hurt to contact him."<br/><br/>He reached out with one of his very long arms to set his hand over the back of hers and squeezed lightly. "You're going to have to work a lot harder than that to scare me off." Troy gave her a wink and a grin, pulling his hand back as he continued to eat his lunch. Oh, he had hundreds of more questions for her - but for now he would just enjoy the company of his new favorite, and dare say most interesting, co-ed.