If her goal is to startle Quentin by suddenly zooming into his personal bubble, she definitely succeeds, and he reflexively takes a half step back. But after that initial kneejerk reaction, he's not backing down an inch. Sure, this girl is unpredictable, unhinged, a little bit scary, and mildly homicidal, but so what? He's been called all that and worse over the years. Quentin Quire doesn't run scared. Not from his future, not from the Phoenix, not even from death itself.
His eyes may not glow like Jinx's, but they are a fairly intense blue, particularly up close and with the slightly manic glint that's appeared behind them and the smirk that's creeping onto his face. Some of that old chaos from when he was younger is bubbling up inside him, and he hasn't decided yet if that's good or bad.]
Yeah. Yeah, I think we can be friends, Jinx.
[You know what's the best way to see if something's a trap? Step in it and dare it to spring on you. Uncertainty is for old fogeys past their prime and small-minded losers.]
But you should know I'm not anybody's stooge. I do what I want, and I don't take orders from anyone but me. That includes your "Pops." You good with that?
[That rule also includes her — don't think he didn't notice how fast she went from timid to crazy town when he silenced those voices, there's no way she doesn't have her big ole spooky eyes set on having a psychic on demand. But there's no reason to start off by calling her out immediately. Especially since he does legitimately like Jinx. He doesn't mind helping, but he's certainly learned his lesson about showing off too much.]
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If her goal is to startle Quentin by suddenly zooming into his personal bubble, she definitely succeeds, and he reflexively takes a half step back. But after that initial kneejerk reaction, he's not backing down an inch. Sure, this girl is unpredictable, unhinged, a little bit scary, and mildly homicidal, but so what? He's been called all that and worse over the years. Quentin Quire doesn't run scared. Not from his future, not from the Phoenix, not even from death itself.
His eyes may not glow like Jinx's, but they are a fairly intense blue, particularly up close and with the slightly manic glint that's appeared behind them and the smirk that's creeping onto his face. Some of that old chaos from when he was younger is bubbling up inside him, and he hasn't decided yet if that's good or bad.]
Yeah. Yeah, I think we can be friends, Jinx.
[You know what's the best way to see if something's a trap? Step in it and dare it to spring on you. Uncertainty is for old fogeys past their prime and small-minded losers.]
But you should know I'm not anybody's stooge. I do what I want, and I don't take orders from anyone but me. That includes your "Pops." You good with that?
[That rule also includes her — don't think he didn't notice how fast she went from timid to crazy town when he silenced those voices, there's no way she doesn't have her big ole spooky eyes set on having a psychic on demand. But there's no reason to start off by calling her out immediately. Especially since he does legitimately like Jinx. He doesn't mind helping, but he's certainly learned his lesson about showing off too much.]