"I’m fine, i’m incredibly durable. That fall was nothing." Jakub wasn’t bragging but simply telling the truth. Unless he was severely injured he’d keep going due to his healing mutation and even then he’d heal within a few minutes. "Please I insist it’s my fault your shirt stained." Jakub insisted she take his jacket, it was the nicest way he could make up for possibly ruining her day.
"Well, that’s pretty impressive. But thank you, really." Claire places her thankfully dry book between her legs while she slips the larger jacket past her arms. It’s big on her - but just a little bit. She zips up the jacket, grateful for it completing its purpose in covering the stain. An even better advantage she noticed was its smell; which thankfully was a surprisingly pleasant one.
They’ll have to:
- Rate on a scale of 1-10 how much they don’t want to answer that question.
- Answer that question.
Jakub had looked away for only a moment to change the song on his music player. When his eye’s rose again a girl had gotten in his way. ”Shit….” He barely had time to say before he collided with the girl. He fell backwards, his elbow scraping the ground but the moment he felt a ping of pain it faded. He moved to the girl “I’m so sorry, are you alright?” He stripped off his jacket and held it out to her, “Here to cover up the stain on your shirt.”
Claire had begun shaking her head back and forth quickly, waving off his apology. “It’s fine, really. Are you okay? You look like you fell kinda hard,” she pauses, finally allowing her hazel eyes to glance at him curiously, “Are you sure? You don’t have to do this.” she finishes in a softer mumble, tugging down the bottom of her shirt in order to examine the freshly made stain now covering one of her favorite shirts.
"What did you just call me?"
-Send me ”What did you just call me?” and I will generate a number from 1-40 for what my muse will have called yours.
He got it from Titanic.
"…you’re lucky you’re so cute." She actually can’t stop smiling.