Re: tandy & holly; the music store
Sure, people handled their shit differently. Maybe it was split between those who accepted the world around them, passive and those who had to fight where that world left them. It was like most things. You cared more when it got personal. Tandy hadn't known anyone growing up who'd been eaten by a wolf or macked on by a vampire but light knives hit her where she hurt. Tandy didn't know where on the scale she sat. She had been standard-issue normal, a little boring, a little low-key but definitely cookie-cutter mid-West white girl, albeit closer to the poverty line than bougie. Now? She didn't know what the hell she was.
"Hey. Don't get insulting about my need to stay uncaffeinated. It doesn't taste any different. It's had the caffeine extracted, not the taste," she straight-manned back. It was light. Not the coffee, the banter. It took a little of the air and put it back into a conversation that Tandy felt hot and tight in her chest, somewhere between her ribs. She kind of appreciated the swerve around parents, dead or undead and straight into light puppies.
"I know way less about cute than you do," she said baldly, all five foot two of blond hair, blue eyes and the kind of face that people made assumptions about, to the guy at the counter who had a full foot plus on her and who you know, people made assumptions about. But it wasn't like Tandy courted that shit. "I believe you. Although I don't think I do animate. A thinking light knife sounds like a really bad idea."
Universes made Tandy's head ache. She sighed, and it was the heavy, loaded-with-varieties-of-universe-and-dread kind of sigh. "There's zero to test. Which means it comes down to a whole lot of accidentals. You don't do a swap-thing, unless you do and you haven't done it yet. But that doesn't take into account Travis. So you put down a couple roots until you get yanked."