Sofya seeing Mock again

Mock: It was a rainy night, it seemed. That matched the rainy day pretty well. Mock had spent a good deal of time indoors today between his two jobs and while one of them required a lot of physical movement, it wasn't quite enough. He needed to be out of doors, rain or no rain, for some amount of time. He wasn't looking to get soaked. As fun as that could be, he was living in someone else's home for the time being and he was a good guest, just as quiet as a mouse and much neater. He didn't plan on making any messes. He'd pulled into town and had plans on checking out the park, working on his garden plans after he found some coffee at the cafe, which he was heading towards now, umbrella resting on his shoulder. Before he entered, he shook it off and closed it, resting it against the doorpane. Something something open umbrella indoors bad luck... it was superstition, but why tempt fate.

Sofya: After some time of being in a forest just outside of town, the onyx haired women sighed after running in the rain with her gray hoodie over her head. Her tight fleece leggings on to keep her warm along with some combat boots that had tread on them, so she didn't fall. Making her way inside to the cafe, panting to herself as she was soaked to the bone. Taking her hood off and moved her loose strands away from her face. Having a bandage over her left cheek from accidentally getting hit with a branch on the way into town; Sofya held her tan bag in her hands that dangled on her right shoulder as she took a seat in a nearby booth. Once sitting down, she sighed again. Looking out the window beside her, she closed her gaze. Before she could relax, she heard a waitress ask for her order and her eyes shot open in surprise. "Just peppermint hot chocolate. Please" She gently asked after taking a few breaths. The other smiled and nodded before turning around to make the order. Soon after that, she'd close her gaze again and lightly started humming to herself.

Mock: At nearly 10 at night and it being quite dark, Mock didn't exactly expect others to be filling the cafe, but when he entered; he saw a feminine form enter just ahead of him. Caffeine tended to take the edge off for him, instead of the usual wiring it gave most people. As for sugar... well, he did prefer sweets. He pushed the hood off his head, threading his bare, wet fingers through his locks. He looked a tad different from when he'd last seen Sofya. His hair was a little lighter, his skin a little tanner, there were soft freckles on his face and a Spring bloom on his cheeks. Healthy color. He still didn't look people in the eyes, but he did recognize the voice and what looks he could catch from peripheral vision. That was the girl he'd met in front of the auto shop, wasn't it? He was startled out of his thoughts by Juji asking what he wanted, and looking somewhat amused at his reaction. "A-ah..." he managed dumbly and tapped the menu where it listed an irish cream flavored mocha. Then where it listed the iced options. Juji was used to him by now and caught what he wanted.

Sofya: The moment she heard giggles from the waitress, the women opened her gaze to see what the other was laughing about. When she saw who it was, her irises grew wide. Oh gods it was Mock. He changed only a little bit. Looked healthier. Taking a few deep breaths again to calm herself, she pulled her damp strands into a ponytail with her fingers then tied it off with a band. A similar look from when they met at the auto shop. Though she'd suddenly hear thunder out of no where, she squealed and clinched up like a ball. Thunder storms were her worst nightmare. It was only one she had heard in a while and hoped it would stay that way. "And now I'm all alone again. Nowhere to turn, no one to go to. Without a home, without a friend, without a face to say hello to but now the night is near; And I can make-believe he's here..." She softly sang to herself with her eyes closed again. It sounded exactly like the singer, Lea Salonga, from the tenth anniversary of Les Miserable. Of which that's where that song came from as well. It was the one thing that calmed her during her childhood. "Sometimes I walk alone at night when everybody else is sleeping. I think of him and then I'm happy with the company I'm keeping. The city goes to bed and I can live inside my head..." Holding herself tightly as if she had a security blanket around her but nothing was there. The waitress, Juji, came with her beverage, and put it on the table softly trying not to startle the girl. Juji smiled before whispering, "You're safe here." Sofya was going to say something as she opened her gaze again and she was serving Mock on the other end of the shop. 'He probably won't remember you...'She thought to herself.

Mock: 	By contrast, the thunder created an energy in the air that Mock nearly seemed to feed on. He visibly perked and straightened, his head tilting to listen to where it was. While he could hear the quiet singing, he had no clue about the trigger. He was poor with cues like that, poorer still with pulling himself out of his own mind. He had empathy in spades but it worked differently from that of most of the people around him; whereas many human beings could put themselves in the shoes of another without a second thought, he was more of the sort to suck in what they felt. On the other hand, he thought the singing was lovely. But it was difficult for him to resist any kind of good music. Or good things in general, perhaps. He was a hedonistic as much as he was hard-working. When Juji set his cup down for him, he took it with a nod and passed over enough bills to make it clear he was leaving a tip along with the payment; or if it wasn't clear, it was when he turned away from her. Luckily for Sofya, he did remember her. But luckier still was the fact that his social boundaries were not like other folks', so shy as he was, he came up to her table and nodded. It wasn't a very good day for speaking for him, but he was used to trying to communicate around the selective muteness.

Sofya: Taking note when Mock paid for his drink, she'd turn her head back to the window. "Please rain go away..." She gently begged to herself before yipping again at yet another heavy roar of thunder. Sadly, by the time she opened her gaze again, since she closed them when she yipped they closed and her frame curled a little; she'd see Mock at the table with her. Trying to relax after she saw him nod without a word. Gulping nervously but grabbed her drink and took a sip. Oh how that warmed her and made her effectively start to calm down. A smile rose to her cheeks as she looked at him. "Hello Mock." She began. "Nice to see you again." It made her happy a little that he seemed to remember her, otherwise she had a feeling he wouldn't have came up to her like he did. Guess that was a good sign.  'Well let's not make a fool of ourselves.' She thought to herself again. "How have things been?" Sofya wondered.

Mock: To be completely honest, it didn't occur to Mock whether or not she would remember him. He remembered her and if it wasn't reciprocated, his mind would have had to play catch up with that discrepancy. It wasn't needed, this time. And he was quite used to making a fool of himself, on a near daily basis. Or rather, to being considered a fool nearly as often, regardless of how true it was or wasn't- and he truly wasn't nearly as often as it was thought. When she spoke his name and acknowledged him, he gave a small smile of his own, and nodded. The tricky part was upcoming... most of his own words were inaccessible right now but to an extent, he could take what she said or what he heard around him and turn it back on her. Patchwork, piecemeal, parroted speech. Except that he could add his own inflections, usually, so it was a little more seamless. "...hello." The pause when he spoke made it seem like English wasn't his first language. Technically, it wasn't. He also had the hint of an English accent he didn't have before; and it would go away as he spent time away from his current landlord, which was where he had picked it up. "...nice. ...how have things been?" It could almost be a game, seeing how long he could get away with mimicry before someone realized he had few other options. Except that he didn't find it amusing himself.

Sofya: An English accent? Raising an eyebrow in curiosity of where that came from but relaxed again. To be honest, she kinda liked it. It added character to him, even though he was already mysterious as is. Taking note that he spoke very few words and he was a lot more shy then before, she'd keep her questions to a minimum. "Things have been alright. Still in the hotel, its cozy. Just been by myself in the forest as of lately is all. Branch nicked me on the way up here, hence why the bandage." Having her hands around the cup with the hot chocolate in it tightly before going silent again. After a few moments, she put the glass down and pull her sketch book out with a pencil to start sketching. What she didn't realize till then was she was working on the sketch she did by memory of him. Sighing with a smile. Though when she did realize it, she quickly turned to a blank page and start drawing a rose instead. Little red flacks hitting her cheeks suddenly as she was embarrassed that was the page she was on when opening the book. Hoping he wouldn't notice, she'd continue to be quiet not wanting to force him to talk. Just enjoying his company was enough for her.

Mock: He didn't realize he'd picked it up. But it also wouldn't surprise him if he was told... just embarrass him some. It was a subconscious thing. From time to time people took it as an attempt to literally mock them and 99% of the time it was not. That final 1% knew what they did to deserve it. His personality hadn't changed exactly, he was always the same amount of shy, but different habits shone through on different days- in this case, the combination of energy in the air, seeing someone he had not seen in awhile, and Juji having startled him a little had disoriented him enough to break the bridge from his mind to his mouth; it didn't take much, it would seem. It was a longtime result of being raised without magick. Unlike most of his kind, who would sprinkle their speech with humans with a little magick, Mock had to learn the old-fashioned way, and his mouth wasn't truly built for it. He was focused closely on her, cleary, despite not looking directly at her face. "...forest?" he questioned once she had finished. He hadn't noticed the bandage until she pointed it out. Disregarding what was probably good manners or fully unaware of them, he sat at the edge of the bench on the other side of the table, joining her. "...why? ...why the forest." His eyes were locked on the injury, for a moment. But they seemed to have a compass for anything artistic or pretty, and quickly turned to look at the page she was drawing with, fully curious, if not fascinated. He blinked, barely seeing what looked to be a picture of a familiar young man before the page was turned. His head tilted the other way. Looked a bit like what he saw in the mirror. Coincidence, likely. His brow did knit a little as he focused on her hands drawing the rose and he took a long drink of his coffee.

Sofya: As he had got to the edge of the bench still on the other side of the table as if he was going to get closer to her; Sofya's cheeks started to go more red. 'Oh gods he's right next to me! Sofya calm down! Hes just wanting to see what your drawing, nothing more. Nothing less. Stop over thinking!' Her thoughts screamed at her. Being thrown out of her head at his questions but didn't stop drawing more. ( https://i.ytimg.com/vi/BQk1KYCOWas/maxresdefault.jpg ) "I just enjoy the forest. It keeps me calm and most people think I'm weird anyways. Not only that but they keep out of the woods too." She began as she shaded some of the petals with her fingers. "Besides I'm use to being alone." Soon humming to herself again, it was as though she blocked everything out to start further going into the artist mindset.

Mock: Whether fortunately or unfortunately, Mock was completely oblivious to the way her thoughts were speaking to her as a result of his nearness. It was quite true that he had an issue with boundaries. By no means was it intentional. He very rarely made someone uncomfortable on purpose- and when it did happen it was a result of some fairly serious misdeed or slight towards himself. Human rules had always confused him and he had a natural tendency to disregard them in favor of what made sense to him. His brows rose a bit when he saw the art piece, the sketched rose. A common subject matter but she did make it look lovely. Leaning back a little with his coffee, he nodded after a few moments. "...me... too." The sentence was patchworked together, and he was trying to steal more of her phrases. "...uh... think I'm weird." They had a case, though. He was weird, but harmless and incredibly loyal and helpful so long as he wasn't slighted.

Sofya: When she heard his words, to her it was obvious that it was him trying to almost steal her phrases to make them for him own. Though when he called himself weird, she stopped what she was doing and looked at him with her soft ice hues. Her strands in front of her face, covering one eye. Yet he'd be able to see it somewhat through her hair. "I am weird too, Mock." She began. Putting her pencil down on the sketch pad and pushed her artwork off to the side. Moving her onyx strands away from her view, Sofya would lift herself a little to lean over the table to almost get face to face with him. "You are strange but I enjoy it." Being honest with him. Trying her hardest to be confident even for a brief moment. Why was he trying to copy her? Was he just so entertained by her that his words weren't coming out currently? Was he just not human? Or was he just not good with talking? Only time would tell.

Mock: He wasn't looking at her eyes- he was almost never comfortable with eye contact, even with people he liked being around. There were very rare exceptions to the rule, or occasionally if he had good reason to, he would be able to muster the energy it took to do so. His patchwork phrasing was usually pretty seamless but not really a secret. His only worry was that occasionally people took it the wrong way. He meant no harm. It was just... so much easier for him to speak if he could parrot back what he heard. She was lucky- some days he couldn't do that. Speaking, for him, was a muscle of sorts. Some days he could flex it nearly at will and some days he had no choice but to let it rest. The answer to all of her questions was yes but Mock didn't realize that. Nor that she had caught on and had such questions. "...mm?" He glanced up toward her, though his eyes sat only at about her jaw level. Her words were taken at face value, and he gave a small smile, and nodded. "...me too." It was easier this time. "...enjoy... you... too." It was a strange way to phrase it, but he took what he was given to turn the sentiment back.

Sofya: The way he smiled at her and nodded, but his eyes not looking at hers made her grow more curious. He was avoiding eye contact. Wondering why he wasn't looking at her, but didn't really fight it. Hearing that he enjoyed her too, it almost made her heart race. Gulping a little and took that a sign to be bold. This could either go one of two ways. Either she acts bold and he rolls with it, or he gets uncomfortable and runs. The human girl was willing to take the chance. At least for the moment while she could still be brave. Taking her index finger on her right hand and lifted his chin about half an inch, before crashing her lips on his. Sofya's ice irises would close slowly as she let her instincts take over her. Her breath was heated a little and her frame was relaxed. Placing her hands delicately on the table to hold her frame up so she didn't fall. Her lips were soft as a rose petal, and smooth like silk. It took every bit of will power to get the courage to even do this. Normally she wouldn't even attempt. The very thought made her very frightened but for some reason with him, she wasn't scared at all. After a few moments, she'd pull back and sit back down in her seat. Those same onyx strands fell over one eye and hide her biting her lower lip. Looking at her artwork as she soon went quiet unsure how he might take this.

Mock: Mock wasn't opposed to touch, and liked it more than it might seem- he generally avoided touching when he could because that was one of those things where the gray lines blurred and he wasn't sure what others found appropriate or not. He let them lead until they were comfortable around him, and he with them. With that said, even he had seen enough of the behavior of others, toward himself and otherwise, to know that face touching was a bit less common and generally more intimate. He didn't stop her, but there was clearly some surprise in his face when he found his chin lifted. There was a half-second where he was taken on guard enough to questioningly meet her eyes with this glittering blue-green ones, more coincidence of where his gaze lined up than anything, before the fully-flooding surprise of a sudden kiss. He would probably never complain about a kiss from someone whose company he enjoyed, and all that much less if they were genuinely attractive people- but Mock hadn't seen it coming at all. His face filled with color, flooding well beyond the healthy Spring rosiness and his eyes were wide when she pulled away. Quiet and in shock, he sat, processing what had happened, as if he thought for a moment it must have been imagined. The wheels were turning, and eventually, he pressed his forefingers to his lips, thinking harder and more intensely about it. "...I-!" ...no, he had no idea where he was going with that or what he was trying to ask. She was definitely the smoother between them.

Sofya: Once she heard him try to talk, she looked up at his bright blue-green irises to see the surprise in them. Even his forefingers touching his lips with the expression of 'did this really happen?' on his face. Did he even enjoy it? She didn't feel him return it. Sighing to herself and grabbed a note pad with an extra pencil. Handing it to him, and having the expression of worry on her figure. "If it helps writing it, you don't have to speak." The human girls nerves were starting to make him spiral within her mind. 'Oh gods, he didn't like it....He must hate me....How could you be so stupid, Sofya?!' Her thoughts screaming at her. Slowly bringing her hands across the table and back into her lap. There was a part of her that just wanted to run. Gulping heavily as she took a moment to compose herself. "Was it too much?" She began. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable..." Sofya couldn't really look at him now. Maybe it was best if he was, then she could run. Though the way his lips felt against hers, almost feel as if it were a dream. It wasn't completely bad kissing him. Maybe he did like it. There were too many thoughts spilling through her mind to have a clear thought.

Mock: He had been far too shocked to return this one- it was over by the time he had a full understanding of what had happened. But he hadn't hated it, nor did he hate her. It definitely did solidify in his mind that he would probably never ever truly understand what behavior was appropriate and when, but that was nothing new. Mimicry could only get him so far and she had already seen where he had confusion about where the lines were drawn pretty often. But did it really matter right now? He'd worry about that later, he had more important things on his mind right now and he'd just gotten a kiss, no matter how surprising. It was still welcome. He had enjoyed it, surprised as he was. If anything it was an ego boost and he was a fairly hedonistic spirit who would take what he could get, so long as it wasn't hurting anyone who didn't deserve it. And even if someone did deserve to be hurt there were generally lines he wouldn't cross. While still bewildered and red in the face he could hear and understand what she was saying, even if he wasn't quite aware of how fully awkward the situation was on both ends. Nodding, he took the pencil and note pad and wrote on it. "No. It's ok. I don't mind." He scribbled out a couple more things before admitting defeat and adding, "I'm not good at this. Sorry"

Sofya: Seeing what he wrote and that look in his eye of defeat as he tried to explain how he felt; she gave a little smile seeing that he was trying. Moving over in her seat and waved him to come join her. Finishing her hot chocolate and licked her lips of any that tried to fly away from her. She'd grab both the notepad and pencil as well as her sketch pad next to her. She'd quickly kiss his cheek and whisper, "You don't have to say anything. I can see your trying and that's all that counts." She began before pausing. "Just express how you feel by body language, or whatever way you can. I don't really mind." Starting up on her drawing again, she would hum to herself letting him have free range to express in whatever way he could of how he felt. Smiling brightly as she was shading and outline the rose. She could sense there was something about him that was different but she, again, wouldn't really ask unless he wished to explain. However that might be. Just being around Mock was enough for her. Turning to the waitress again and ordered another hot chocolate. Same way as the one before. The lady would nod in return and start making the order. Sofya was a simple kind of gal, but to say she was complex was the understatement of the century. Returning back to her drawing, the human girl kept smiling and hummed once more.

Mock: Mock hesitated, but he did move to join her on the other side after a moment. He wasn't dense, exactly- it wouldn't be fair to call him that but his own mannerisms meant he lost out on a lot of signals and intentions that anyone else might read loud and clear. Or possibly they wouldn't, but they had opportunities that Mock didn't. He blushed again but smiled wider to the kiss to the cheek. Body language wasn't much of a better method for him, as his understanding of it (or expression of it) didn't always align with those around him, but he could follow leads with some skill. It was clear that she didn't mind bodily contact so he could lean against her carefully as she drew. Contact helped to ground his senses. He was still thinking things over, such sudden bursts of emotion or expressions of them took a little bit for him to process but he was enjoying being around her, too. They hadn't met terribly often yet, but it was clear that if nothing else they got along well. After a moment, he picked up the pen and notepad again and wrote his phone number on it, pushing it over to her. It was easier for him to communicate that way, anyway. Not only remotely but occasionally in person when muteness took hold. Unless she knew sign language... but he hadn't thought to ask, since most people didn't.

Sofya: