Blacklight

Breaking the ice

*on the bus ride home*

*starts to write on a piece of note paper*

-I feel like every soul I meet is frozen over, or am i reaching out like the tip of a glacier, trying to pierce the surface of the congealed ocean after I have been cut down to size.-

-I could be the wind in the arctic, it wouldn't matter what I feel, it's all numb, no warmth, no safety, no connection, just the bliss of knowing that no matter how slow I travel in my destinationless journey ... not one other individual has it in them to follow.-

''And as I- *tea is spilled all over my notes* are you kidding me?''

*A boy of relatively miniscule complexion, facial structure as apparent as his inability to act normally in social situations turns to look at me with a sorry smile*

''Casper. T here, at your service!''

''Look kid, I don't remember asking for the spillage but, would you mind leaving me alone?''

*the boy is displaying a strange set of Steampunk goggles that appear to be handmade and his backpack has all sorts of gears and metal implants braced to it*

''Yes, yes, you're quite right, however, it was an accident plus you needed an excuse to talk to somebody''

''Well pal, judging by the mechanics involved in your get-up, i'd suggest building an eject seat and using it, pronto''

''I appreciate you giving me design idea's but, I would rather have your name? if you please''

''If I give you my name, do you promise to leave me alone?''

''Sure''*he keeps his mechanical fingers crossed behind his back*

''I'm Douglas, Douglas Ravensburg; I would proclaim this a pleasure, meeting you that is; however, it turned out to be a disaster, now if you'll excuse me, i'd like to carry on with my day''

''Ah-ah-ah, not so fast Dougman, D-boy, the Burgmaster 2000, Burgy Burg-''

*He whispers*''Keep your voice down ... please, I beg of you ...''

*he whispers back as loud as possible*''Gotcha ... FRIEND!''

*he continues whispering*''I had my fingers crossed''

*I whisper back*''I don't care''

''Why are we still whispering?''

''I don't know'' *they let out a short, quiet laugh in unison*

''How'd you get those nifty fingers anyways?''

''Long story short, I spilt a mug of hot cocoa on a man during a concert, you see, I havn't perfected the grip mechanism yet'' *he looks bewildered as he toys with his robotic fingers*

''No kidding ...''

*he smiles briefly*

''So, you built all of that?'' *points in his general direction*

''Well, yes? I am a self-taught engine-''

*the vehicle slows to a halt and the doors slide open*

''This is where we part ways, farewell 'pal' ''

''Goodbye Doug-''

*he silences him*

''Leave the name out of this, thank you''

*he runs and jumps off and almost slips as he turns the corner*