[font=times new roman]Tynan sighed. He couldn't really say much, because he knew the ultimate question that Derrian would ask if he rebelled; you and what army? Obviously, Tynan didn't have an army. All he had was himself and his human friend. He was as good as dead anyway.
"We'll try our best," He said, trying to sound hopeful.
Joey let out a breath, stepping forward as a cab pulled up beside the curb and opening the back door, slipping inside. His hopeful tone had done nothing to encourage her--frankly, it sounded force. Of course, she didn't blame him. His life was on the line, and he was about to walk into his own death.
"Look, let's just...think about this." She said after giving the driver directions. She rested her head against the window, staring out into the street. "How long do you have, exactly?"
[font=times new roman]"A week, I think," Tynan guessed, supposing that Fester would at least give him some time to think. "Why?"
A week.
Joey gazed out into the street for a few moments longer, racking her mind, before turning to face him.
"I was thinking--" she broke off as the driver eyed her in the rearview mirror, a questioning brow raised. Joey shot a scowl in his direction.
"Nosy prick. Why don't you keep your eyes on the road?" She mumbled, just loud enough for him to hear. He let out an amused grunt, shifting his view back to the crowded street. Joey let out a breath, shifting a little closer to Tynan and lowering her voice some.
"What is the likelihood of hiding you out someplace safe? Somewhere where your buddy can't follow you?" In truth, she didn't really have a plan--she was just cycling through questions in order to find information that could potentially help them until they managed to come up with something. In othr words, she was stalling.
[font=times new roman]OOC: I'm so sorry I spaced for so long. I fell asleep around 8 and literally woke up a few minutes ago v_v
Tynan's face perked up slightly at her remark to the driver and he could feel himself smirking. He liked that about Joey. Her little comments would always catch people off guard and most of the time confuse him. Because he couldn't see the little thing that happened between her and the driver, once again he was confused, but he knew that he should be amused because he knew that it would cheer him up a little to know she was perking up a little too.
"Hide out where?" He said, a sudden light coming to his face.
ooc;; no apologies necessary--it happens! we all need a little bit of sleep here and there x3
ic;; Joey simply stared at him in response to his question, unsure of what to say. She hadn't actually thought ahead to where she might hide him, since she hadn't actually expect him to respond positively to her question. In fact, she had been prepared to go on to the next question.
"Er...w-well...," she stammered, racking her brain for ideas. Suddenly, a thought hit her. She gave him a curious look. "You're some kind of demon thing, yeah? And...well demons are the opposite of angels, right? Supposedly, at least." Now that she had actually met a demon, she wasn't so sure about how the whole angels vs demons, good vs evil thing worked. He completely went against every conventional stereotype that could ever be associated with some kind of creature from hell. In fact, Joey sometimes had to remind herself that he wasn't just a normal guy--albeit somewhat clueless--but still a normal guy.
"What about...say...a really religious sort of place? Would your little friend every consider searching for you in a church?"
[font=times new roman]Tynan smiled, jumping up slightly and hitting his head on the car roof. He calmed himself a little and yelped, "That's a great idea!" Since he wasn't really used to human customs, he grabbed her and hugged her the way he'd seen people doing on the tv when he was watching the news. He figured it was a sign of happiness, so he just followed the ways of the humans. He pulled back and suddenly felt all of the confusion weighing in on his thoughts.
"Why do humans squeeze eachothers bodies?" He asked suddenly, as curious as a newborn kitten again. Tynan didn't mean to change the subject, but he had a habit of asking questions and didn't realize when he was doing it sometimes. He just knew that he was learning and changing as more information was brought to his ears.
Joey winced slightly as Tynan banged his head on the roof of the cab. It looked like it probably hurt a little, but his giant smile said otherwise. Plus, it was a little bit contagious, so she simply flashed him a sheepish grin.
Her grin completely dissolved as he pulled her into a hug, instead replaced by a completely surprised and bewildered expression. She froze up like a deer in headlights, unsure of how to respond--Joey wasn't exactly used to being sneak-attacked with hugs. When he finally let go of her, she managed to relax a little; however, for a moment--just a split second--she was struck by an urge to go back in for another one. He was just kind of warm, was all. And maybe a little soft.
"Er...well...It can mean....Well people do it...." She stumbled over her words, still a little bit flustered. Her cheeks felt like they were on fire. She had never been so thankful for the cover of night to hide her blush.
"Well, first off," she began once she had finally recovered from her surprise. "That can be interpreted in a number of ways. When people 'squeeze each others' bodies,' she repeated, grinning slightly. "'It's usually referred to as a hug." She gave a shrug. "It's just a way of expressing emotion. Some people do it when they're really fond of another person--just a friend. Others do it to express love."
[font=times new roman]"Oh," He said, nodding understandably, "I think I get it." He paused, thinking about it and imagining humans just...embracing for no reason. Of course, Joey had mentioned that there was probably always a reason, but it all just confused him. He tried to understand, he did, but it turned to mush in his head.
To pose an experiment, he quickly hugged her once more, trying his best not to jostle her around too much with the force at which he was grabbing her.
"I'm hungry," He stated blankly, "Does that count as a reason to 'hug' someone?"
Joey raised a questioning brow. He didn't exactly look as if he understood. She quickly thought over what she had told him, making sure she hadn't given him a reason to go up to a random stranger and hug them.
"Okay, now listen," she began, only to be cut short as he pulled her into a hug once more. This time, he squeezed her a little more tightly, almost encasing her in his arms. She tried to wriggle loose of his grasp just a little, but to no avail.
"Er--well actually, if you're hungry, you could jush shay sho," she mumbled into his hoodie, her voice a little muffled. She had gotten a little more used to his surprise hugs by now; however, he hadn't quite mastered the concept of giving a proper hug just yet. "Can you let go of me pleash? You're kind of crushing me--jusht a little bit."
[font=times new roman]"Huh?" He said, startled for a second at her words because he hadn't realized he wasn't supposed to hold onto her for that long.
Tynan pulled away quickly and gave an awkward grin. "Sorry," He said softly, sounding a little guilty for hurting her, but he wasn't too shaken up about it. "I'm just not used to all this yet." He said 'yet' somewhat proudly, knowing that he probably wouldn't need a reason to be in his true form ever again because he would be human, learning human things and living a human life. He was quite fine with that. An eternity of going to malls with Joey and eating the sweet sponges that were commonly called cake. He could see himself living this life very well.
"Are there any other human things I should know about? Like, how come that person on the projection box was taken into custody for putting up his second hand tentacle?" Tynan, not realizing that they were obviously called 'TVs' and 'fingers', spoke without any reason to question his own terms. He heard an amused huff from the cab driver and averted his eyes, watching him carefully and squinting.
"Foreigners," The driver muttered with another small laugh. Figuring that the word the driver had used had a positive connotation because he was laughing, Tynan shrugged it off and brought his greeny-brown hazel gaze back to Joey, awaiting an answer with curiosity coming off of his body like waves.
"It's fine," she said in response to his apology, straightening out her rumpled shirt once he released her. "You just need a little practice, that's all." She paused as soon as the words had left her mouth, flashing him a knowing glance. "That's not me giving you permission to go around hugging random people, by the way," she said. "The last thing we need is for you to be accused of harassment and taken away in cuffs." She turned away from him, momentarily distracted by the blare of sirens out on the street; however, his next words piqued her attention.
Projection box?
"Hand tentacle?" She raised a brow at him, an amused look on her face. She shook her head, unable to hide the smile that had crept onto her face. "Either your terminology is a bit off, or I'm completely oblivious to the alien invasion that happened overnight." She reached over, taking his left hand and folding down all of his fingers so that only his index finger remained pointed.
"Is there any chance that you're talking about one of these things?"
[font=times new roman]"Yes, exactly," He piped up happily, curling the little things into fists and back out. "Hand tentacles. What are they usually called?"
Joey grinned at his use of the word hand tentacles, shaking her head again.
"First of all, don't ever say that again. Ever. Especially in public."
She glanced up at him, raising her own hand. "They're called fingers. The index, middle, ring, pinky, and thumb," she went on, raising each of them in turn. She paused at the middle finger.
"This," she explained, essentially flipping him off. "Is a really offensive gesture. I wouldn't go around sticking your middle finger up at anyone. People don't really appreciate it."
[font=times new roman]Tynan nodded and looked at his knees, patting them with his fingers. He suddenly looked up at the cab driver, confusion taking the place of every other emotion that was once evident in his eyes. He turned to Joey, his eyebrows furrowed and his face creased in puzzlement. "I'm no expert," He began, looking out the window and towards the cars in front of them, "But weren't we supposed to be back to your home a while ago?"
"Sorry, kids," The cab driver said gruffly, responding to Tynan's words. "Traffic jam. Probably an accident on '202. Don't worry, I won't charge ya for the extra miles cause you're obviously foreign. I pity yeh."
Tynan stared, trying to make sense of the words he had just heard. It was like a whole other language and he knew himself not to be bilingual.
Joey glanced up at the cab driver as he spoke,frowning slightly. She looked out of the window, and sure enough, it seemed that traffic was heavily backed up. She glanced back over at Tynan and offered an apologetic shrug.
"Don't worry about it," she said. He looked absolutely befuddled, as if none of what he had heard made any sense to him--which it probably didn't. "I'll give you a listen in human terminology--" she broke off, shooting a glance at the cab driver. "I mean, the english language--tomorrow." She rested her head against the back of her seat, reminded of her earlier exhaustion.
[font=times new roman]Tynan watched her, following her posture and yawning. His eyes went big and he leapt up, surprise and alarm in his eyes. "What was that?" He asked, his eyes wild with a strange sort of excitement. Tynan wanted to know everything, even if it meant having to force his drooping eyes open with a crowbar. He knew what being tired felt like, and he knew he was beginning to feel it, but he wondered if it was contagious in humans.
"Am I tired because I noticed you were?" He asked, "Is it a contagion here?"
Joey closed her eyes as she leaned against the back of the seat, settling back into the cushions. It wasn't the most comfortable place to fall asleep, but she was exhausted enough to curl up on the ground at this point.
"No, tiredness isn't contagious," she murmured without opening her eyes, amusement lacing her tone. "You've probably been tired for a while, but didn't really realize it until you noticed how tired I am." She shrugged. "It's like when you see someone eating and suddenly realize how hungry you are." She paused, a mischievous grin slowly stretching across her face.
"Of course," she said, finally turning and looking at him. "There are a bunch of contagious diseases you can get here that can make you feel tired. Let's hope you don't have one of those." She reached out, placing the palm of her hand against his forehead.
"Hmm. Feels like you have a slight fever," she said, drawing her hand away and giving him a somber look. "That's never a good sign."
[font=times new roman]Tynan's eyes followed her hand, crossing at the point where she touched his forehead. "A fever," He repeated, trying to work it out in his head. He figured it wasn't good, but she didn't seem as concerned as maybe she should be, so he tried not to worry about it. Tynan didn't want to flood her with questions anymore; he felt guilty and like he should let her sleep. He quieted, turning his head and staring out the window. It had begun to rain, he'd noticed, and he followed the little droplets and pretended they were racing down the window. "Gemsworth wins," He murmured, smiling to himself.
Joey simply sighed and rested her head against the window when her little plan failed. She would have to try to scare him in some obscure way another time, before he learned too much about humans to be fooled. Right now, though, she just longed for a bed.
She gazed out of the window for a few moments. The traffic had let up a bit--they were moving at a pretty steady rate now. It would only be about ten more minutes before they reached her home. Until then, she closed her eyes and tried her best to drift into a light sleep.