[ZAYNE] wendy, run away with me.

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Chocolate. All Thaleia had wanted for the last week was a bar of chocolate. She made her way upstairs to the market, counting the coins she had. It reminded her of back home when her nanny had sent her to the store for a gallon of milk. She'd run around the corner and grab the milk, then sit there and count the change before she brought a candy bar. Had she known her nanny made it a point to send her enough for both, she might not have counted. Yet here she was, counting her coins again. She winced as she ran into someone, quickly ducking past them to the candies. She chewed on her lip before she finally picked one and walked to the cashier. She handed over her coins, not understanding anything the person was telling her.

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Zayne caught himself as he was bumoed into watching the woman scamper off. He had been buying a notepad since he needed a new one, and some lolipops.He wandered to thecheckout counter, watching the woman a moment before he recognized her from the medical files. She was in his ward, and and deaf. Zayne smiled at her faintly, translating what the woman at the counter was saying, in sign.

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Thaleia looked over as the man's hands started moving. She knew he didn't speak, but she'd just assumed he was deaf too. She didn't think he could hear what others were saying. Thaleia signed a thank you to him, then to the woman. She took her candy bar, sliding the two coins the woman had given her to the man for helping her. She lowered her head so she could fumble with the wrapper on her chocolate bar.

[zayne atekahr thompson]

Zayne shook his head stubbornly and handed the coins back to the woman. He knew he got paid more than the patients earned here. He smiled, paying for his things and hamding her a lollipop as wel. 'I'm sure you would love to have a conversation with somebody who understands?' He signed with a teasing smirk. 'Let me buy you coffee.' Heenjoyed doing little things fir the patients.

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Thaleia blushed a bit as she was handed the lollipop. She was never given anything. Let alone asked out to get coffee. She nodded slowly, a bit skeptical about him asking. She tucked her candy bar into the back pocket of her black skirt. 'Sure.' She signed, looking him over for a moment. She unwrapped the wrapper on the lollipop, putting it into her mouth.

[zayne atekahr thompson]

Zayne grinned crookedly, brushing his bangs from his face before starting towards the door. He held it open for her, slowly starting towards the coffee shop so he could sign as well. 'I was reading your files yesterday. I'm terribly sorry they restrained you. None of you deserve that.'

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Thaleia watched his hands, sucking on the lollipop. She couldn't say she was sorry. She'd deserved it. But then again, could they expect anything more from her? 'I broke a nurse's shoulder. And another one's jaw. Cause they wouldn't let me go.' She signed slowly, raising her eyebrows at him. 'I'm not usually so mean. I'm sure the files say nothing about who we really are.'

[zayne atekahr thompson]

Zayne shook his head. 'You can't lock people up and turn them into things and expect them to act normal,' He signed. 'It's okay, I understand.' He forced a smile. 'It's sick, what they do. Just, request me next time you need a nurse, I promise to cause as little hurt as possible. I hate seeing you all go through this.' A frown passed his lips and he paused to open the door for her.

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Thaleia nodded, more concerned with the frown on his lovely face than with the words he was signing. She pushed the corners of her mouth up with her fingers, not caring how goofy she looked with the lollipop hanging out of her mouth. She rose her eyebrows, making a fishy face before she patted his cheek and walked inside, glancing back at him.

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Zayne's lips parted in a silent laugh at her antics, shaking his head in amusement before following after her. He smiled at Jordan, who was working the counter for credits. He pulled his smallnotnotebook from his back pocket and a oen from behind his ear, jotting down his order and waiting fir herto decide.

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Thaleia's blue eyes wandered over the menu, sucking quietly on her lollipop. She gently took the pen from him to write below his writing in her own small, round print. She looked up at Jordan, backing away instinctively. She wasn't comfortable with anyone, just more used to Zayne than the rest of them. He seemed gentle, not cold like the rest of the staff she'd came in contact with.

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Zayne slid the paper towards Jordan, who must have noticed Thaleia's lack of trust because he frowned. "Does she want a brownie?" He murmured, voice soft and accented.
Zayne looked at her while Jordan started their drinks. 'He's nice, promise.' He signed. 'He wants to know if you would like a brownie.'

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'My nanny told me I'm not supposed to have a lot of sweets. And I can't not eat the candy bar in my back pocket just because I had a brownie.' She signed, then started to mess with a button on her blouse. Lucky it was one on the bottom because she managed to pull the string out and it fell to the floor. She bent down, picking it up to put it in her pocket. She glanced back at Jordan, then over at Zayne.

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'Okay.' He shook his head at Jordan, only knew the guy through his sister. Taking their coffee and paying, sure to give Jordan a tip, he carried the coffees over to a table and sat down on one side of it, tossing his bad of paper down and tucking his pen behind his ear out of habit. He'd gone his whole life with pen and paper on him.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

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Thaleia followed slowly after him, watching the way he moved when he walked. She wasn't as afraid of him as she was of others. But that fear was still there. She didn't wanna be hurt. She sat down across from him, taking her coffee slowly. She took a sip from it before she sat it down again. 'You're not like the others.' She signed, looking over at him curiously. 'No one ever talks to us. No one I can understand, anyways.'