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Arman printed out pictures of Mike's face and put it all over a bunch of brand new posters! He was putting these posters up all over campus! Underneath the picture of Mike's face, there was a single line, which read:
THE FACE OF AN ASSHOLE ENGRAVE IT INTO YOUR MEMORY
It's difficult to miss the posters that are plastered everywhere around campus, especially when it's a familiar face staring back at her. Raising her brows, she pulls one down, even though the font is large enough to see from a distance.
"Huh." Someone's clearly making friends. Flicking a finger against the back of the poster, she looks around to see if there's anyone else nearby. Maybe they knew who wasted that much time and ink to make these.
Rebecca frowns, wondering why it's Mike's face on the poster and not Silas's. He might even known who did this, considering his ability to get information, but she's not feeling the need to go up and ask him, either.
She sees and would normally pretend not to care, but is also tearing up the poster she pulled down and heading towards a recycle bin to be rid of it. It's tempting to take them all down. Very tempting.
She's still pretty upset about the party dare, so hopefully the nearest bin doesn't mean walking past him.
She doesn't, and does nothing more than glance once at him in disbelief when he follows her.
"Something like that." She disposes of the poster, turning to him with another expectant expression. "Yours, please." At least she asks nicely, even if she doesn't expect him to oblige.
"Boys," Rebecca mutters as she rips up the poster. It joins its partner in the bin. She starts taking down some of the nearby posters, but keep stalking to Silas.
"Yes, he is a friend. Some of us have them, believe it or not."
"Funny. I always heard that it was the lone wolf that was weak and insecure." Not that too tough, too alpha nonsense. She's totally not firing back at him or anything.
His question causes her to frown again. "I'm not sure. I was trying to figure out who was making these. Mike's a good guy." She starts to tear them up again and changes her mind. Silas already knows what her power is, anyway, so she peels off the glove with her free hand, papers stacked in the crook of her arm before she decides to start letting the posters decay quite a bit by touch.
"I'm more of a lion man, myself." King of the jungle, using others to hunt and take care of the young. More random facts!
"Who doesn't like Mike the nice guy?" His eyes dart from hers to the posters, taking a mental calculation of exactly how long the decay takes to set in.
Rebecca rolls her eyes. "King of the Jungle, huh? Well, Scar, there are other lions out there." Yeah, she went there. Go ahead and laugh.
"I do believe I said I was going to find out who," she reminded Silas, now having to wait for the paper to decay. At least she didn't have to worry about gratuitous boob oggling from him, even if that was the one good thing she had from him.
"Though it sounds like you don't mind him all that much, either."
"Oh?" Rebecca stops and disposes of the posters, feeling a sense of satisfaction as they fall into the bin with a dismal rustling. She looks up at Silas with raised brows, though she realizes that the limited time she's been around him, it's mostly true. Mostly. She wondered if that applied to Clyde, or if he'd blame whatever had made him act like an ass that night, instead.
"Interesting, since you tend to inspire very different reactions." Time to start grabbing more papers and keep her hands busy.
"I disagree. Most reactions I inspire are negative in nature." He looks her over again as he did the first night they met, a smirk cracking his lips again.
"Different form what you say your own opinion of people is," Rebecca clarifies. She's aware of his eyes on her and isn't sure if she should feel creeped out or if that's just overreacting. Hello, little smirk, she can hear you even if she can't see you. It's coating his tone.
"And I would say you deserve it. Sometimes, at least, from what I've seen." Oh crap. Wait. That dug her in even deeper, didn't it. Crap. She nearly dropped the papers with the realization, muttering a curse she picked up from some of her favorite occult materials before snatching at the runaway posters. Now she was even more irritated with whoever made them on principle.
Rebecca took down a whole bunch and is proud of that! But her fumble with Silas means she doesn't see Arman right away, just gives her current harasser-person a dirty look.
"Oh yes, so interesting that you thought it would be fun to see if a drunk guy would kiss me. Clearly." She slams the papers into the bin, not bothering to let them rot as much as she huffs and he walks away. Good.
She turns and stops, jaw dropping as the eldritch delights bring her a blessing in disguise. Arman, and as it turns out, he's the one who's putting up the posters.
"HEY!" Girl's got a good set of lungs. He'd hear her shout as she quickly approaches him.
"You're misinterpreting it. I knew the drunk guy would kiss you. Its-" Silas tilts his head before leaning on the wall. He'd rather watch what happens than finish his sentence.