tabula_rasa

"Why would I think that's funny? Plenty of people come to the shop to write and talk about their ideas. If you enjoy it, why not?"

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"It's a long story..." Vincent collects his thoughts, using that to push his unease aside.

"Kristoff, my brother, insisted I have some of my education in a more typical school environment, for the social experience. It took about four weeks for him to start covering my math and science lessons... apparently teachers don't take to it well when eight year olds start correcting them. The humanities though, I was left to my own devices. Straight A's everywhere... except when it came to any creative writing assignments.

To say I was resentful of the subject was putting it mildly.

When I started college, I took writing courses for my electives just out of spite, as if to prove there wasn't anything I couldn't be perfect at; and... I ended up sort of enjoying it at some point.

Still don't know if my work is any good though."

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"You won't know unless you try, and you're trying. Nothing embarrassing about that. Plenty of people try just for the sheer pleasure of doing something they love."

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He gives a gentle noise of affirmation, even as he looks behind them again. He could swear he saw something around a corner.

"Think you'd be willing to beta-read one for me?"

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"Sure, I'd be happy to read one. Can't say I'm all that much help, but I like to think I know a good story when I read one."

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"Thanks, I'd appreciate it." Vincent nods, seemingly a bit more comfortable now, even if he keeps scanning the area around them. There's still enough light that he can make out the Champions HQ in the distance when they get down the right street.

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Jenny looked around when he did. She didn't see anything but that didn't mean there wasn't something there.

She stopped walking. "What is it?"

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"I... don't know." He frowns. "Maybe I'm just edgy... still a new city to me, after all. I hadn't been away from my desk in hours when you called.

I'll do a divination later to see if there are any presences locally that there shouldn't be. Maybe ask Nicholas as well.

We should get inside, just to be on the safe side."

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"I could take a look around first. One of Argo's fangirls might've taken a walk on the dark side to get his attention..." She looked around again. "Or not. It's late and unless there's a real danger to someone out here, it's time to rescue my cat from all the love and snacks and go to bed."

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Vincent groaned. "Let us all hope it hasn't come to that."

He manages a smile at the mention of her cat. "Another one I don't think I've met."

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