[Synergizer.]
Location: Bookwyrm's Closet > Press Conference
As the bell above the door frame was struck, Anselle's hand came up by his head, waving politely at the customer's back.
"Come back and see us!" He chimed, cuping his hand around his mouth as the door came to a crack.
"And tell me how it was!" He snuck in, door shutting just as he finished. A smirk broke over his lips, eyes briefly hanging on the jangling bell above the door. A snort bubbled up in his throat, Anselle stepping away from the register.
"I've basically read, like, thirteen books asking people that." Anselle chuckled, a rumbling sensation crawling over his brain - seemed his bodymate thought it was funny.
[My favorite was the one about the triathletes in the deadly maze.]
Anselle gave a noise of acknowledgement.
"Ah, yeeeeaaah. I really liked that one, too!" Dimples showing in his cheek as he frowned, Anselle tutted his tongue.
"Still haven't watched the movie, any of 'em."
[We could soon, your shift is nearly over.]
"Really?" Anselle spun around on his heel, searching for the old clock in the shop. His eyes narrowed on the clock, mumbling to himself - to Synergizer.
"I hope she's not late again-" Words falling flat, Anselle's mouth fell open, brows looking to jump up to his hairline at the
time.
[12:43.]
[Seems she's late again.]
No. No, not now. Not when he had - sorta plans! Face the picture of hopelessness, Anselle sputtered.
"W-we're gonna late for the - thing!" Anselle gasped, feeling the confusion ooze off Synergizer.
[The thing? Which one?]
And, yeah, that was a pretty valid question. But, c'mon, it was the thing - at least for today.
Shutting his mouth, holding his tongue down and forcing his thoughts to gather, Anselle breathed. His heart rattled behind his ribs, but he spoke -
quickly. "The superhero thing with the president!"
[Ah, yes. That thing.]
Anselle sighed, nodding ruefully.
"Yeah, that thing." Man...so close to being apart of history! Granted he'd just be in the crowd, but he'd be a her- hero-in-active training among the crowd. And he thought that'd be pretty cool. He'd get to see all the superheros - at a distance, probably pick up some food if vendors were allowed, bask in the greatness of heroes and try to suck up some of that greatness.
[We cannot absorb this ''greatness'' you crave.]
Anselle's expression fell further, walking towards the back of the store in a huff.
"Way to crush my dreams, Syn..." Anselle said, purely joking, unable to fight the smirk that came to his face. Anselle picked up a hardback book that laid crooked on a shelf, another one found just below it. And another - what jerk did this? Grumbling to himself, Anselle tucked the books under his arm, finding more as he walked down the aisles.
[This displeases you?]
Anselle shrugged, keeping a hold on the books.
"I mean, it's just rude to leave the books lying all over the place." Anselle's lips tucked downward, brow pressing together at the book that laid pages-down on the floor.
"Like this," Anselle whispered, carefully bending over, picking up the delicate paperback - his eyes caught a split in the cover, he hissed.
"Should've known," he muttered, looking above his head, reading the sign with an ironic chuckle.
"We're in tragedy."
[That's not what I meant.]
Anselle felt his hands move on their own, gently swiping over the split pages, feeling the warm beading of light at his fingertips. His eyes went wide at the
repaired cover, control back in his own hands as he stood.
"Whoa...wait, what did you mean?" Anselle asked, sticking the book back on the shelf.
[The conference, you wanted to go?]
Anselle shrugged, frown etching back into his lips. He gave a curt nod.
"Yeah, I wanted to go...but just to see all the heroes! I hate to say it, but I never really paid much attention to who's who before I got into all of this." Adjusting his grip on his growing stack of books, Anselle's tongue peeked from his mouth.
"Guess I wanted to see my new...allies?" Eyes growing huge as his grip began to slip on the books, almost biting his tongue as the stack
tilted -
A violet flash came before the stack came to a stop, Anselle's stance shifting as his torso felt several pounds heavier.
"Uh," he drawled, staring down at the second pair of -
armored arms sticking out from under his own, huge hands easily securing the books.
"Thank you."
[You're welcome.]
The arms drew closer to his body, stacking the books on their rightful shelf quickly, shrinking back with a diminishing light, solid weight fading into his sweater. Anselle ran a cautious hand down his sides, expecting to find the hands - but he felt nothing but his own flesh.
"Aren't you just full of surprises," Anselle muttered, feeling a pleasant warmth spread through his skull.
Anselle's cheeks rose, snickering under his breath.
"Did I make you blush?"
[I cannot blush.]
Anselle made a suspicious noise, eyes flicking down to his hands - eyes squinting at the subtle gleam of rose hues over his skin.
"That so?"
[Yes.]
Anselle's skin felt warmer. His smile grew.
[We would have much to gain for attending that conference. It'd be interesting to see our...]
Anselle's head cocked as he provided the word.
"Allies?"
[Maybe so, in the future. But for now, it's just the two of us.]
It hurt to know, but it was the truth. Anselle sighed, nodding.
"Just us, budd-"
The entrance swung up open with the familiar chime of the bell, swatted out of the way by the door. Anselle stood still for a moment, a bubbling in his stomach erupting into a swarm of butterflies.
"No, it couldn't be." Peeking over his shoulder, Anselle couldn't see much of the front for the shelves, but his voice carried on.
"Hello there! I'll be right there if you-"
A humored snort interrupted him.
"Save the speech, Ellie, it's me."
That nickname...it
had to be. Anselle dashed up to the front, head poking out from one of the aisles, toothy smile on display at his relief.
"Nalani!" Anselle cheered, the girl throwing him a short wave of her fingers.
"You had me worried there, thought I'd have to close on my own!" Anselle laughed, sounding just a
tad forced - he muttered under his breath quickly.
"Again."
Nalani shook her head, dark ponytail thrown over her shoulder, slipping off her hoodie and throwing it behind the front counter.
"Nah, dude. Just got stuck in the middle of all that shit downtown." Standing upright, Nalani stretched her arms above her head, a yawn pulling at her lips.
"Wasn't even my fault this time," she muttered through her yawn, cracking an eye open to peer down at Anselle.
"You gonna head out?"
Anselle's smile stretched his lips, head nodding fast enough to send his braids bouncing around his head.
"You bet!" Darting over to the front, Anselle squeezed past the taller girl to pick up his bag from under the counter - his bike helmet was just behind it, Anselle pulling it on as he stood.
"Been looking forward to this since, like, when I found out this morning. But this is huge, you know!"
Nalani rose a curious brow, leaning up against the wall, strong arms crossing as she watched the boy pull his backpack on.
"Oh, yeah? What's so good about a bunch of supes getting the run of the city?" Nalani's sleepy gaze went elsewhere in the shop, something like recollection in her eyes.
"You gonna feel any safer?"
Anselle tightened his helmet by the strap, dimples showing in his cheeks again.
"I mean, I hope so?" Anselle answered, not too sure. He craned his neck to look up at Nalani, adjusting his braids from out of his face.
"That's the idea, isn't it? Get the heroes around, try to scare off the villains? Let the cops worry about the regular criminals?"
Nalani blew through her nose, shoulders shrugging.
"Dunno, man, gives the impression that common, more frequent crimes aren't as deserving of the supes' attention. Ever wonder what that kind of favoritism says about our society?"
Anselle found Nalani's gaze, and she found his. They stared at each other, unblinking - Anselle was the first to crack, lips going wobbly before he burst into laughter, Nalani's grin splitting her face as she fell into a snorting guffaw.
"Knew you were gonna lose it," she snickered, wiping away the budding tears at her eyes.
Anselle fought back the giggles in his chest as he threw his hands up.
"You say something ridiculous like that and expect me not to laugh. Like, come on, I'm not a robot."
Walking from around the counter, Anselle tightened his backpack's straps over his chest, getting a curious noise out of Nalani.
"Where are you off to?"
Anselle turned to her with a bright smile.
"Off to the superhero thing! Just, you know, gonna be apart of history and not in - oh, a bookstore until 6:30." Hands digging into his pocket, Anselle pulled a tangled bunch of earbuds out, fingers getting to work undoing the knots.
"Jealous?" Anselle asked, to provoke, for
fun.
Nalani's face was furious, nose flaring - she opened her mouth, veins standing out against her neck, taking a deep breath.
"Nah," she said, looking down to her phone.
"Nah, not even a little."
Hanging onto the threshold of the door, Anselle pursed his lips at Nalani, squinting her way.
"You're gonna be so bored," he whispered, door closing behind him. On the street, his eyes immediately found his trusty bike - leaning up against the front of the building and secured with a lock. Popping in his earbuds, Anselle pulled his keys out his pocket, lock coming off and stored away in his backpack.
Legs thrown over his bike, Anselle fingers selected a song, humming as the first notes hit his ears.
"I'm feeling classics today, how about you?"
"Next stop, greatness." Pushing off the ground, Anselle began to ride forward, pedaling faster and faster, getting into a steady speed. The beat of his music helped, feeling his head bob along to the rhythm, mouth opening to sing along.
"Children behaaave!"
[♫ That's what they say when we're together ♫]
Anselle's teeth showed at the strange singing inside his head, but hey, he wasn't gonna
stop.
"And watch how you play!"
[♫ They don't understand and so we're- ♫]
Pedalling faster, Anselle's breath was lost as a chuckle, catching it as he kept up the song.
"Runnin' just as fast as we can!" Anselle felt his hands tighten around the handlebars, legs burning with the effort.
[♫ Holding on to one another's hands. ♫]
"Tryin' to get away into the night-"
Rounding a corner, Anselle sped down the street.
"And then you put your arms around me and we tumble to the ground, and then you say-"
[♫ I think we're alone now. ♫]
Anselle gave a cheeky look to the people along the street, practically nonexistent to him in the moment.
"There doesn't seem to be anyone around."
[♫ I think we're alone now. ♫]
Breath fluttering in his chest, Anselle blasted off through the streets.
"The beating of our hearts is the only sound."
[♫ The beating of our hearts is the only sound. ♫]