Re: Quicklog: Sadie and Misha
"Now, there's an offer I ain't turning down," he said of the pillows and the oven. It sounded real cozy, and Misha was real happy 'bout it. He'd missed her, and that was true 'nough and true plenty. And, while he could tell there was something 'bout her that would make her unqualified to be one of his charges, say, he didn't ken what it was. But he was real fond of a demon, and he'd helped a vampire, and he was close with a man possessed of god of some kind. He was real forgiving 'bout folks and the things that comprised them.
"I'm all for testing something. I'm fond of eating," he said, and he patted a nonexistent belly and smiled at her. She reached for his forearms then, and he let her. It was kind, and it reminded him some of his foster grandmomma and her ruffling his hair and letting her fingers rest at his nape a few seconds, and she'd done it every single time she'd left that white house he'd grown in.
He took the cookies, and real grateful 'bout it. "I ain't going to travel real far 'fore I eat this here snack," he told her, honest, and then he texted her the address of the apartment in the Capital. She'd need it to come to dinner, and he reckoned it would be good for her to have. His phone got tucked away then, again, and he slipped through the door she held open for him. "You save that address, and if you ever run into trouble out there? You come on there," he said, real open.
Then he hopped on down from the trailer's landing, and he gave her a wave 'fore taking off. He felt real good. Being 'round caring folk, it was always real good for the boy that left that trailer glowing some on the inside.