Heading for an EncounterPoor guy. This was the kind of thing I'd been personally avoiding for years, but I still felt a decent amount of empathy. I didn't think it'd be a good idea to admit that, though. He probably wouldn't believe me. After all, I was pretty sure that Bandy almost hadn't, and the circumstances had been pretty different.This guy was terribly light. At first that worried me, but then I took his size into account. He was a petite person, and cute. The hair had been kind of a shock, but not a bad one, and I like the orange better than the wig. "I like your hair," I said before I could shut myself up.Robin blushed again, which offset his hair and made him look like an oddly-dressed candle. "Th-thanks," he said, looking away.Gah, how dumb could I get? I just had a thing for bright hair. He probably thought I had a problem now, blurting out idiotic things like that.
Contra-Bandy ch19Something in the very far backseat of my mind insisted that Shawn was telling me what I wanted to hear. It was a liar, but you had to give it credit for trying, especially when it was me that it intended to convince. I shook my head. "It can't be like that.""Why not? Because you could handle it better if you were making it up?""Yes!""Nothing works like that, Bandy." He patted my knee. What was with people and touching me? Was I fuzzy or something? "Sorry to burst your pink happy funtime bubble, but sometimes the truth is an annoying little bastard dressed up like a crazy lie."I had to laugh, mostly to relieve tension. His hands were in his lap now, nowhere near me. "When did you get to be so philosophic?""Last Tuesday." He reached over and ruffled my hair, but the irritation that should have gripped me gave me a bit of a total pass. I sat there,
Inevitable XIVNo matter what freakish amount of training I put myself through, I would never run faster than Cayn. He fairly flew, and I could only sail. That might have been a clue to what our problem was. How could a bird love a boat? I'd been stupid from the start, but I'd begun to think it was okay to be stupid. I could hear Cayn's big feet thumping behind me, catching me up. He hadn't called out yet, but I knew he would. He was all about apologies, the ultimate bandaid of expression. He'd never seemed to understand the concept of prevention or just plain not screwing up."Van, wait!"Ah, there we go. I made a sharp turn and really truly ran, nearly a blur. Cayn could actually be a blur, but I had one thing on himhe was lost in this kind of setting. When he was upset, everything fell down to instinct, and his instincts didn't know what to do with so many buildings everyw