2007-09-07: Not Completely Awkward

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Summary: Continuation of The Bugs Like to Gossip. Daphne and Rudyard talk about what Peter told her, as the future starts to come true. Just a little, though.

Date It Happened: 7 SEPTEMBER 2007

Not Completely Awkward


Outside the Bronx Zoo

Rudyard isn't jealous. He's not the sort to be jealous. Ever. He's caught just as off guard as Daphne is. Still holding onto her hand, he looks at the woman, "Mind saying what all of this was about?" He doesn't mention what the bugs were gossiping over. Not yet. That'll be his little secret for now. Unless Peter mentioned it.. Rudyard couldn't hear a good portion of the conversation.

—-

Daphne's not jealous, really. She's just okay with her hand being taken. She's not really a very tactile person, she doesn't like close contact, but she holds onto Rudy's hand without pulling away. Peter didn't tell her anything about her potential future marriage, but he did say some interesting things. "Uh. He's kind of odd," she says, once Peter's out of earshot. "But I think I believe him. Says he was in the future and he's trying to stop something bad from happening." Frowning, she pulls that envelope out of her pocket again, opens it, looks through it until she locates that note that Peter gave her from herself.

—-

Rudyard releases Daphne's hand. He's not a very tactile person either and is a little surprised at his own impulse. For some reason, he finds the contact comforting. Once he's let go of her hand, he slips his own into his pants pockets. "Just a little.. but aren't we all?" The envelope that Daphne produces has him looking over her shoulder, curiously. It's rude, intrusive, but he's curious.

—-

"Nosy," she mutters, though she doesn't try to hide what she's looking at. A couple addresses, the note Peter gave her. "I mean, how am I supposed to react? I'm still getting used to the fact that people — He called us 'Evolved,'" she says, quirking a brow and looking up at him. Seems a bit derogatory, not to them, but to the people who don't have these abilities. Accurate? Maybe. Evolution happens, after all. Even so, the term isn't pleasant. As she heads for the gate, she waves to a couple other people who are also on their way out. "Actually, this isn't what I wanted to talk to you about, anyway."

—-

"Sorry," Rudyard mutters some and backs of a little, looking away from the envelope's contents. "I suppose the term makes sense," he says as Daphne speaks aloud. "Maybe. In a way. If you wanted to look at this from a genetic standpoint rather than something out of comic books with alien origins." He walks along with Daphne, keeping his hands to himself now. "What is it you wanted to talk about? Does your friend want another date?"

—-

"A date?" she chuckles, briefly glancing back at him. "No. I… He's nice-looking and all? But if he's gonna be saving the world, I'm not sure he's my type." Stop the tornado. Right, yes. Stop a whether phenomenon. Sure, things could change, especially with all the people in the city who have abilities, but… Peter's not really her type. "You're not jealous, are you?" She saw the way he took her hand back there, and… She knows that she let him do it. Daphne's not denying that. Somehow, she sees something in this guy, even if he's a little older, and it's more than just the fact that he can talk to bugs. Suddenly, she finds herself not wanting to complicate the conversation by bringing up her twin. DENIAL! If she doesn't talk about Jasmine, she doesn't exist! So, subject change. Reaching back, she goes for his hand again, even if she has to pull it out of his pocket. "This. Is what I want to talk about."

—-

Rudyard gives Daphne a bemused look. "I meant.. oh nevermind." No need to explain or such, he'll only get tongue tied. As to being a green eyed monster of envy? "Jealous? Of what? There's nothing to be jealous about." Oh he's trying to be non-chalant about it.. without letting onto what the insects were saying. He lets Daphne take his hand, and he falls quiet for a few moments, before being a smart ass, "My hand? I've got two. See? Here's the other." The free hand is of course raised, fingers wriggling at Daphne.

—-

Nothing to be jealous about, and yet he is. Daphne can totally tell! So she runs with it. "No one's ever been jealous over me before. I think it's sweet."

Before this point, she's never really heard him joke before, like, at all. But here they are on the darkening street leading toward the parking lot, and he's being funny. Or… trying, rather. She reaches up for his other hand to bat it down. "You know, to be honest, I thought you were going to be all stuffy and British and aristocratic and never even crack a smile or anything, then the second I try to have a serious conversation with you, you're a bloody arse." But she doesn't seem too broken up about that.

—-

"I'm not jealous, not in the slightest. What would give you such a barmy idea?" Now Rudyard's debating.. Does he tell her what he heard? Continue to keep it to himself? However, he smiles a little at Daphne as she sort of chastises him about being an arse. "Sorry.. would you prefer the stuffy, British, stiff upper lip?"

—-

"No, I might have to bo back to not liking you very much," she answers. "There's a diner not too far from here. You up for a walk?" She doesn't feel like driving yet, and besides, it's a nice night for it. There's still people around, even though the zoo's closed - a lot of other places will still be open for hours yet. Daphne's got a few things she needs to take her mind off of, and she's also still waiting for that third surprise she knows is coming. Bad things always come in threes, right? Or… Weird things, in this case. Meeting your clone, hearing about the future… What's next?

Continuing to head down the path and through the parking lot, Daphne points to a corner diner with a blue awning. Blue Lake Diner, open twenty-four hours, even Sunday! "You can order just about anything there, I think. I'm in the mood for pasta." Marinara sauce sounds pretty good about now. Actually, she could really go for a hamburger, but just thinking about the fact that she might have had a conversation with the cow between the buns at some point makes her shiver. No. Very no. "So, Peter Petrelli goes to the future. He sees this horrible reality, I apparently help him, and I give him a note with something written on it that I would never, ever tell anyone unless it was extremely important. What do you make of that?"

—-

Rudyard keeping his hand clasped with Daphne's, he follows alongside her. "I am feeling a bit peckish," he admits. It's also a little more time with the woman he's finding himself attracted to. "A few months ago… I would consider this the plot of a very bad movie and the writers should be taken out and shot. Now? I've met a woman who speaks with animals, she has a friend who creates forcefields, and a fellow who apparently can absorb the abilities of others. So you ask what do I make of this? Plausible." His hand tightens ever so slightly around Daphne's as they walk. "What was on this note? Do you know?"

—-

Plausible. Yeah. Possible. Did it happen? The more she thinks about it, the more she's tempted to believe that it must have. "Digging through the envelope, she finds the 2009-dated receipt and pulls it out, handing it over. The envelope goes back to her pocket, and she takes Rudy's hand again. "Never told this to anyone before tonight. I'd kind of invented it as my … It sounds silly, but a code word? You know… Something … Anyway, it's the date my grandfather died, and something he told me in a dream afterward. Happened when I was really young." Her face is kind of red, but luckily, the light is low. "You didn't think you were the only one in the whole world with a weird talent, did you?" She's asked this before, but… "You must have wondered sometimes if there were more."

—-

"Yeah, he could have." She knows he's telepathic already. "It's just everything else together. If it was just one thing or another… And why would he go through all this trouble just to fool me. I'm someone he met once while I happened to bump into him in a pet store. His brother's running for— I don't know, king of the world or whatever." Someone doesn't follow politics too closely. "So it's not like he…" Daphne shakes her head. "Like I said. Everything together. You rule out one thing, and then the next thing you think of cancels the thing before it out. If he can read minds, who's to say he can't time-travel? Then there was the uniform, this address that he gave me - and this person could be in on it, too, if it's some huge joke, but I've met her before. No one can pull a prank this elaborate." Anyway. There's only ONE QUESTION now. "…Are praying mantises as smart as they look?"

—-

"We're discussing matters of somewhat great importance and you are asking me about praying mantises?" Rudyard shakes his head and halts his steps, before pulling Daphne close to him. "You're right however.. take one item away and there are several more explanations and questions needing answers about Mr. Petrelli. The future .. what does it hold? I've always thought of time running in different paths. Like a stream or such. One rock in the way and the course can change." As he speaks, he leans in closer and closer to Daphne, and unless she pulls away, he lowers his mouth against hers. It's not exactly a conversation that inspires romance.. but given his earlier thoughts, the gossiping insects and the mental image of a DeLorean appearing with his future self and Doc Brown hopping out of it.. This feels like the right thing to do.

—-

"Well, yeah," she says. She's always been curious, and it just seemed like a good way to segue into something less dire. "It— " she starts to tell him about the fact that the future isn't too bright, with an 'us' versus 'them,' and in the future, people with abilities are called 'Evolved,' and there are places where humans are kept, and she's apparently no longer friends with Laurel, and it's otherwise a very unhappy place but she doesn't get a chance to get past "It." And also "Mmh!!"

That would be the syllable of surprise.

Her first reaction is to pull away, which she does, staring at Rudyard with wide eyes before she smiles, bumps her forehead against his, and kisses him. Right thing to do? Who knows! Doesn't seem like Daphne's inclined to complain, though.

—-

Rudyard starts to mentally berate himself the moment Daphne pulls away. Moron. This is what happens when one caves into impulse.. and these thoughts reflect on his face. Confusion comes next at the forehead bumping .. and then.. Perhaps there might be something to this impulse thing after all. Untangling his hand from hers, both hands slide up to cup the woman's face as he returns the kiss.

—-

Okay, so she might say it feels right. She's going to have a lot to tell Laurel later, that's for sure, but for now, she allows the moments to pass as her hand brushes through his hair, and finally, she leans away, slowly this time, hand resting on his shoulder. At least this kind of kicks to the curb the formality of actually asking him out, right? It's kind of implied at this point. "I'm really not very good at this dating thing," she says. But he's probably not, either, to be honest. He's spoken with bugs his whole life, after all. He just happened to run into the one person who (while still thinking bugs are gross) thinks what he can do is about the coolest thing ever.

—-

Coming up for some air.. it's a good thing. Right? There are no complaints as Daphne pulls away. Rudyard's hands remain cupping her face, one thumb moving in a caress against her cheek. "I can't say that I'm an expert at this either." One more kiss is pressed against her lips before he lowers his hands in favor of draping one arm around her shoulders. "Shall we head on inside for a bite to eat then?"

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