Th. Anders X Iain - Tumblr Posts

that was more of an answer than was expected. actually, the where the hell did you come from was more rhetorical than anything else and yet the stranger actually gave the young witch a play-by-play update of what he'd been doing for the past few-- however-- minutes he was just wandering around before he bumped into iain; before iain bumped into him. "you're weird," he mumbled after a moment of just looking up at the innocently smiling, broad shouldered, brick wall of a person. he was surprised walking into him hadn't put him on his ass. "and you owe me a drink."

without giving much more of a cue, he turned and started walking down the street towards the cafe. it was probably open at this hour, though he wasn't sure since he normally brought his own energy drinks with him so he wouldn't have to fuss with getting something on his way home. if they were closed he would just make the man give him a few bucks to replace his drink. that seemed fair enough; despite the fact it wasn't fair at all. "yo, dumpster dave," the witch called out, giving the stranger a nickname rather than asking what he was called, as he turned around to walk backwards so he could look at the man. "ignoring the fact that you clearly have no taste, coffee is incredible, quit standing around. you comin' or what?"

Anders looked down at the spilled drink and back up the man he had bumped into, then back down. "I came from my apartment. I saw on TV you can find stuff in trash and I need more stuff and I figured what was the best way to steal trash. Night time. Right? And then I saw a cat and I was following the cat. But then I was like, what if this cat is a person. That would be awkward, but I wanted to pet the cat still. And then I bumped into you."

Anders smiled that dopey innocent smile of his, genuine and bright. "Anyway my name is Anders it's nice to meet you. Sorry I spilled your drink. It doesn't smell like coffee and that's good because I don't like coffee. It's not good. "

"good. we like weird." he answered with a slight hint of a smirk as the man bounced over and caught up with him. "dumpster dave sounds better. you know, aliteration and all that. anders works too though." stuffing his hands into his pockets as they walked, he slowed his usually brisk pace so that it was easier for the other to stay in stride with him. "dude, are you sure you don't like coffee 'cause you are asking me question's at a mile-a-minute as if you just slammed six cups." he teased, laughing under his breath with a loose shake of his head.

"you're making it really hard to like you. i don't trust people that don't like coffee." he was teasing. "no, but seriously, i get it's not for everyone but come on. dude. it's basically the elixir for life, you just haven't had the right blend yet. if it's brewed right, you won't even need milk to enjoy it." he explained as he looked over at the other with a soft smile. "--and, no, i'm not a vampire. i just work overnight at the radio station. wait-- you weren't planning to go through our trash right?" the witch questioned with a laugh. "first of all, there's no shame in it-- just maybe don't admit to it so quickly, or make it sound nicer like... instead of saying you were going to go through people's trash say you were going too... rehome some vintage goods. i have a jacket back home that i rehomed myself."

"I get that a lot." Anders said with a nod when he was called weird. He was sure he wasn't quite normal but what was normal in a town like this? All of it was so foreign to him and he was having to acclimate to living with all the other species he had never been around before. He also had to remember telling people they looked like good breeding stock was not a compliment. He was standing there staring at the other leaving, contemplating where the cat went for a few moments when the other man called out to him.

"Oh it's Anders! Dumpster Anders." he said as he bounced after the other, full of energy despite the hour of the day, like his heated blood was an engine keeping him going. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" he said chasing at the other's heels till he was close to Iain. "How do you like coffee it tastes like dirty dirt water and milk. What's your name? Are you a vampire is that why you are awake right now? I have a vampire friend."

"nah, dumpster dave is just something i'm calling you at the moment. i might keep it for you, as a nickname," he explained with a shrug, "but either way it's not something i would tell other people. it's just something i get to call you as your friend. yeah," the witch continued on with another laugh. "it technically depends on the person, not everyone gets hyped up, but most of the time when people drink a lot of coffee they start bouncing off the walls. hyper as fuck."

"heh, no i don't get told that a lot big guy." at least it wasn't cute. "--but thanks, pretty is good. i can work with pretty." unfortunately, as he led them down the street, his current caffeine-less nightmare continued. the cafe didn't open for another hour. "is it monday? it's got to be monday with my luck. first my track list file was corrupted, then my lighter wouldn't work, i-- you-- spilled my energy drink, and now--" stopping in the middle of his fussing, he let out a heavy sigh and just gave up. oh well. maybe next time. "looks like we'll have to raincheck you buying me a drink," he half joked before blurting out another curse. "shit, sorry. i keep forgetting to actually tell you my name. it's iain. iain fair. maybe you've heard me on the radio? late nights with iain. guess i should just go home."

turning so his back was now to the cafe's door, he rocked back on his heels and looked up at the taller bubbly man with him. "i had a friend that used to talk like you, said literally anything that came into her mind the second she thought it without any hesitation. she was one of my favorites... there might be some people around here that don't vibe with that kind of energy, but fuck 'em right?" he offered with a soft, kind smile. "you know, you probably aren't going to find too much art in the trash out here but there might be some old stuff behind the mall, or maybe the bookstore... wait, how do you not know what a radio is-- you're fucking with me right?"

"But my name isn't Dave. If you tell someone a story about me and you call me that, then nobody would know who you were talking about. I guess unless you described me." Anders smiled and stayed close behind Iain. "I'm just naturally like this I think. Does coffee make you like this?" he asked with a tilt of his head and a curious smile. "What's your name? You're pretty. I bet people tell you that a lot. What's a radio? What's a radio station?"

Anders wrinkled his nose at the idea of having to drink coffee again but he didn't know if he would be rude enough to not drink it if someone brewed it for him special. "I will have to take your word for it. Are you a coffee expert? How come people now drink so much of it? What other drinks are there?" Anders stopped himself and breathed out realizing he might be annoying his new companion. "I was looking for art. Stuff to put on my walls and sometimes I just like stuff I find you know? I'm ok if people know I took it from the trash. I mean they threw it away. You should see my barbershop! I have really cool stuff in there."

"yep, just like that." he answered with a soft titter, his lips pulling into a half smile. "it might have a couple different variations-- dumpy, dump-truck, d-dave, davester-- you know, depending on how i'm feeling in the moment, but definitely don't let anyone else call you that. if they do? kick 'em between the legs and tell 'em iain said to eat dirt."

letting out a heavy, drawn out, melodramatic sigh, the young witch pulled the cigarette that had been propped up behind his ear and popped it into his mouth and shrugged his shoulders. "i appreciate the offer dude but i was already pushing it by making you buy me a coffee in the first place, not sure i really want to wait around out here for an hour. i'm beat. i should probably call it a night." as he was speaking, between every few words, he was clicking his thumb and middle finger together-- snapping-- while whispering ignis in an attempt to conjure a small flame on the tip of his finger so he could light his cigarette. unfortunately it failed to work; probably because he was tired; or because of that damned barrier. "fuck. you got a light?" he finally asked, looking up at anders as he gripped the butt of the cigarette between his lips.

eyes widening as his mouth began to open, he almost dropped his cigarette as well as he stared in shock at anders. he'd heard about the time travelers, or time displaced-- whatever they were being called-- but he hadn't actually gotten to meet one yet. that explained why he was asking questions about everything. "wait, hold on. fuck me. you fell through time? so you're like, what, from the medieval ages? prehistoric? damn you look good for a fossil," he half joked but mostly complimented. "even more importantly, what have you been watching? gods, there is some genuine crap out there that will rot your brain-- and it's incredible. dude," moving quickly, he tucked the cigarette back behind his ear and reached out with his right hand to slap anders in the arm with the back of his hand. "why didn't you say something sooner? fuckin' time traveler. that's so fucking cool."

"Oh. Are we friends now?" Anders asked though he was more than ok with them being friends, he was never sure where that line was, what made someone your friend besides one of you declaring it so. "I'm ok if you're the only one that calls me that I guess. I don't know if I would like other people calling me that."

Anders cocked his head to the side like a curious animal when the other called him 'big guy' he had never thought of himself as particularly large, perhaps slightly taller than average but nothing special. As he followed he stared into the clearly closed building that the other had been taking him to. "I'll get you a drink tomorrow well. Today. But after the sun comes up. I guess? Iain. I like your name."

"Oh yeah I fell through time. Like I just. I am not from this time period." Anders made a motion like he was falling with his hands as if that explained all of it. "I don't know what lots of things are now. I know what TV is though. I have watched a lot of TV."

"shit, i didn't even think about that. you came here alone." friends were important in general, but especially to him. friends were, ultimately, the reason he had his magic... while also being the reason he had to leave home and find a place to start over again. friends were everything to him. he might have been a bit too eager to add more to his roster but, well, no one liked being alone. "i can always help you sometime, if you want. to try and find your friends that weren't mortal-- and i can even try and help you find information about your mortal friends in case, somehow, their lives or records got written down somewhere. for closure or something-- but, yeah, we are definitely friends now." offering the other a soft smile, he then found himself shaking his head as another easy laugh rolled out of him. "dude. a kick between the legs isn't supposed to be honorable, it's supposed to be as disrespectful as the action that earned it... plus, in today's age people don't really do the whole proper fight thing. you call someone a name, they throw a drink, you throw a punch, they pull your hair... it's all very chaotic and not formal at all."

"a fossil is basically uh... a relic from the past, preserved in time, that gives us modern folks an idea of what the world was like before we came around and fucked it up. don't focus on the fossil part," he teased, "just focus on the part where i said you looked good."

"anders. dude. you can not be using soap operas as your lessons for how to behave in this time. you are going to turn into one melodramatic wreck if you base your behavior off of those shows. i mean, i'll be in your corner screaming and cheering and supporting whatever you do, but there is way better shows for you to watch for referrences. like desperate housewives, one of the best series ever created, or the real housewives reality tv series that was basically modeled after that one." he laughed, purposefully picking more garbage for anders to watch for the mere humor of it.

"since this place isn't opening yet, and i don't feel like waiting... want to head back to my place with me? i normally go to sleep at this hour and waste the day but, whatever, i can make you some coffee my way and we can watch a movie or something if you want..."

"Oh well I don't mind that. Friends are nice. Especially when all my other friends are stuck in the past. Maybe some are still alive though...well the like not mortal ones." Anders said thinking about it really, he should be more sad, and perhaps in his private time he would be able to process it all and mourn. At the suggestion to kick someone between he legs Anders' brow furrowed. "That's very dishonorable. Especially when I am capable of fighting them properly."

Anders smiled brightly and struck a pose like he had seen on television. "I have no idea what a fossil is but thank you. I think. I appreciate it." Anders pulled out his phone and clumsily unlocked it, pulling up the app he watched videos on. "How to videos. Lots of soap operas so I can learn how to act in this time. Movies. Cop shows. Um I wasn't certainly it was important to tell you? I also assumed people just. Knew." For the most part people understood that he was a time traveler after the first string of dumb questions he spouted off.