Re: tandy & holly; the music store
She had seriously considered, the first time, whether she had just gone nuts. It wasn't real, right? It was one thing for Halloweens and the Easter bunny to be super off-limits but it was another to feel something rock-solid in the palm of your hand that wasn't there a split second ago, and the faint buzz of what felt like electricity? Scorching the ends of her fingertips while she did it. The dagger on the counter disappeared. It winked out as if it hadn't been there an entire couple minutes previous and that was it, Tandy was weaponless. It was easy to think you had gone nuts when that happened. But she'd watched the guy's face, felt the punch into muscle as heavy as sinking a fist into quicksand. There wasn't a lot of forgetting she had left to her.
"Okay. Devil's brew, got it. My taste-buds were cultivated at an early age for the refined things in life. Most people just don't understand me," she riffed back deadpan, and it was even a little true. Caviar had featured in tiny!Tandy's early life as had coffee. It was her dad who drank decaf, late at night. She'd asked why; "Decaf can have a placebo effect, you drink it and your mind tricks itself into waking back up," she said now. "But I can't animate shit. I'm stuck with light knives. No puppies, no tricks, just this."
But Holly segued and she held up a palm, like, stop. "I wasn't arguing there were rules, universally. I was saying there aren't, so you have to roll with it." But Holly slid sideways into his own stuff, and Tandy tilted her head, looked at him. "Wait, what? Did you actually see the old place again or do you not remember? And how do you know it was dead you?"