Is the world good to you? [HUMAN RP]:

Ureu reached for the door, pulling it open briskly without meaning too. Shifting wait, she waited for Zenick to exit while asking casually, "Sooo... How is your day so far?" It was cold outside as expected, Duh, but the sun was beautiful in the sky, hovering lazily in a pool-like sky of blue. These were the kind of days Ureu could stand. She hated the cold, because it made her wear heavy clothes and layers upon layers, which she despised. But if it's pretty to look at, then oh well.

Ureu was in the midst of glaring at him for what she prayed was sarcasm as he grabbed her arm before he fell. "Oh my God!" she jerked back, almost falling with him. "Okay!" she said quickly, "Can you hear w h a t I a m s a y i n g, Ze n i c k?" She was unsure if she should help him up, and that was partly because of this stupid video she was forced to watch earlier called "It Happened in Seconds." Recalling that dramatized scene where the kid was hit by a jeep and then the narrator saying, 'DO NOT MOVE THE CHILD. HE MAY HAVE INTERNAL BLEEDING FROM HIS SKULL HITTING THE PAVEMENT. IF YOU MOVE HIM, HE'LL DIE.' Ureu became a little frantic, (wasting time) as she said, "Z e n i c k!? D o w e n e e d t o g e t a n a m b u l a n c e?" She wasn't being sarcastic. The film had seriously corrupted her mind for the day.

Ureu stood there, blinking, watching him innocently. She sat down too, feeling slightly hyper for some really odd reason, opposite him. On the curb. In the slush. In the sunshine~ She cocked her head, feeling slightly mental. "Brr~ The sidewalk's cold." She said simply. Rolling her shoulders, she got back up and chimed, "Do you want me to help you up?" Whelp, he was bound to find out that she was 'different' sooner or later. Being reserved was for tomorrow and all the days after~

Ureu smiled warmly and reached out to grab his hands; pulling him onto his feet with great difficulty. "You're soaked..." she said, analyzing his clothes. Her pants were wet too... Oh well. It felt uncomfortable but it wasn't killing her. Wondering what to do, she ventured, "Why don't we go to your place... so you can, uh, well, dry off." She starting walking down the sidewalk, the way to his apartment already etched into her memory.