Tandy Bowen doesn't have to pick between (cloakndagger) wrote in repose,
Re: The Woods: Pesha/Tandy
Tandy conserved energy. He conserved motion. He was thinking and he was also a guy operating on no food since yesterday afternoon, and an apple and PB wasn't really cutting it in his digestive system. He wasn't a guy who flitted around anyway most of the time so he sat very still and watched Pesha flit around the inside of the trailer with his cigarette and his apparent ability to defy the laws of physics.
It wasn't often that Tandy preferred a life of dissipation and hard-nosed crime to like, good intention and positivity but he was pretty much wishing he'd settled on teacher Noah (which seemed like the acme of bad ideas to find a fake ID, but whatever, Holly was pretty much his guide here in Upside Down Land) because if this guy was going to hand him a handful of leaves or whatever and tell him that was now going to pass muster with a state trooper, he was going to feel bad. Tandy wasn't big on life's mercy. He was mostly good with taking life by the balls until such time as life let up and gave hm some room to breathe or think.
The mason jar, the bones, all of this was subject to observation by Tandy who was taking the mental approach of observable science experiment. This had to have a hypothesis somewhere that was being proven, disproven whatever, but he was trying to be an objective observer. Even when rose-petals got involved. The coffee smelled good, and his stomach gurgled loudly in the little trailer.
"I would say you wouldn't believe it," Tandy said drily, reaching for his coffee cup, "But uh. You just straight up said you were a witch. People don't like, try to burn you at the stake for that?" Herewith the difference between worlds. If he had said 'I'm from another world' right out, someone was going to be filling out the forms for him to spend a long, long time at the funny-farm.