after i send anon messages and they get answered positively i always want to reblog them and be like
THAT WAS ME HELLO I LOVE YOU
im such a wuss and i have so much love for people but im so shy about it
[im sorry if my replies might be slow for a while. im just in a really low spoons place, its really hard for me to get things done. im still lurking around tumblr all the time so im still reachable, just not able to do replies all the time. this does NOT MEAN that i have lost interest in any of my threads and i intend on continuing everything it just might take some time. i love all you guys a lot okay.]
Bishop laughed lightly. “Well I guess I probably took you to the wrong place then, because Tozake has about the worst attitude in Cathode Springs. Other than him, everybody’s really nice, nicer than about anywhere else I’ve been in the country. Well, except those two guys who tried to jump me behind the bar, but that’s because they thought I was an out-of-towner without any special powers. That was the night I realized I was a werewolf, actually.” He took a sip of his coffee, then smiled. “You’ll feel better once you get a bacon cheeseburger in front of you.”
"Probably." Still. The guy’s attitude wasn’t appreciated. "Newark’s pretty nice too. I’ve found more supernatural people that are friendly than humans. But the humans are cool too. Especially my hubby. Heh!"
“So your husband’s like a normal guy then? That’s cool, so is my boyfriend. Well, not exactly normal… he likes math way too much to ever be considered normal. But he’s not here. He’s in England, he teaches there.” Bishop had to bite his tongue to stop himself from continuing to brag about Hermann. It was hard— he’d rarely had anyone he could call a significant other, and when he had it had never been anyone he’d considered as interesting or as accomplished as the professor. He was certain Hanna didn’t care about that— what he probably really cared about was arriving on the hands of Cassandra’s part-time cook, Varga Hardacre, towering at the end of the booth.
“Varga!” he said brightly, as she slid the two plates of cheeseburgers in front of them. “What a pleasant surprise.”
“Yeah, Tozake’s in the back sulking. He seemed exceptionally bitchy about having to bring your order out, so I thought I’d take it.” She turned to Hanna, the corner of her red lips smirking. “He said you had an out-of-town friend, and I thought I’d offer a more friendly face of our establishment. Hi, I’m Varga.” She offered a very large, claw-tipped hand, the skin tinged a gray, corspe-ish color. Despite her hulking size— broad shoulders and easily the tallest person in the restaurant— she was cheery, her smile wide, sweaty from her exertions in the kitchen and her dark hair swept up in a slightly bedraggled mass of retro swirls.