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Felixir · 12-30-2015, 11:15 PM

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Originally Posted by Lislchen

Using an excuse to ditch her old compartment for a while Maggie was doing something she wasn't used to doing. She was trying NOT to attract any attention. Which was hard, seeing as how amazing she looked and just generally was and stuff. But she was trying. Which meant that she couldn't exactly stay out here in the corridor however.

So, as casually as possible, Maggie peeked into every compartment she passed in search for an empty one. Almost empty appeared to be the best she could do though. Which was why she quickly slid inside, closing the compartment door behind her again and staring at it for a few seconds.

Today was a really weird day.

Eventually she straightened up and turned around to see just who it was she'd graced with her presence. Ah yes. That quiet kid. Nodding at him, Maggie eyed him for a moment before climbing over his luggage and taking the seat farthest away from him. Weird kid. She brushed down her dress, then leaned back a little, looking out of the window.

Really weird day.

Daxton could lose himself in his books for hours. Some people thought that because he was so literal-minded, because he liked facts and statistics and hated when lies and deceit were presented to him, that he must dislike fiction. That because he was so blank and impassive, blunt and to the point, that he had no tolerance for imagination. All untrue. Books, fact or fiction, were Daxton's ultimate comfort. Were it not for the fact that he had almost as much trouble understanding most characters' actions and motivations as he did understanding people in the real world, he might have considered books the perfect escape. As it was, they were still an escape, however imperfect.

Of course, that only applied when he could read them uninterrupted, and that was near impossible when one lived (and travelled) with hundreds of intrusive children.

The sound of the compartment door sliding open broke Daxton out of his concentration at once, as alert as he was for it. His head snapped up and he eyed the person who had entered his compartment, that blank expression fixed on his features. He expected her to leave again, at first, though there was no real evidence to back up such an expectation. Instead, she sat, and Daxton watched her, blinking every couple of seconds.

What... exactly... did she think she was doing? In his compartment?

Daxton did not ask this out loud. He did not say anything at all (perhaps predictable), and he did not move at all. Instead, he sat incredibly still, looking the girl up and down, gaze lingering on her hair, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly the longer he looked. What did she want? What had she come in here for? What were her motives?

He did not trust her. And so he kept his eyes fixed firmly on her.

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