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notes: once upon a time, i amused myself with the idea of Octavian being hit on by one of those over-sexualized young girls. and then this happened.

It had started as irritating; it was edging towards infuriating. This girl couldn't be over fourteen, and some of the things that were coming out of her mouth were just awful. She had this habit of moving closer to him as she talked, as well as the gift to be blind to his insults and the obvious fact that he just wanted her to leave. As soon as she opened her mouth to speak again, Octavian scowled.

"So..." she said slowly, drawing out the word in a very poor attempt to be sultry. "I've got the F, C, and K. All I need is U."

This could not be happening - there was no way a fourteen year old was hitting on him (and doing a shitty job of it). Octavian ignored her and glanced over his shoulder. He was loitering next to one of those ridiculous gift shops, waiting for someone to come back out and join him. It had been at least ten minutes already, and he was beginning to think she was having a good laugh watching his increasingly discomfort with this stupid girl.

As the girl opened her mouth to let another horrible line out, he snapped. "You know, I was willing to be patient with you," he said, glaring at the small girl next to him. "To tolerate you, even, but you are fourteen-"

She shrugged. "Age doesn't matter."

In a desparate attempt to get her to leave, he said the first thing he thought of. "Did I forget to mention? I have a girlfriend. So you can stop - don't touch me."

The girl looked at him innocently - a really good look, seeing as how her hand was shoved into his back pocket. She looked at his glare, and slid even closer to him. "I bet I could please you better than this girlfriend of yours..."

Octavian wasted no time in shoving her off of him. "You really shouldn't be saying things like that."

The girl rolled her eyes and pouted. "What makes this girlfriend so much better than me?"

"For one," he answered. "she isn't fourteen."

"That's it...?"

"It's a big plus." Octavian set back to ignoring her. He was about to take another large glup of the coffee in his hands only to remember that it was, sadly, empty. Damn. He cast a look around for a nearby concession stand to get another, but that damned girl latched onto his arm again. "Get off," he snarled.

"Does this girlfriend even exist?"

"Yes. Now let go of me."

She tightened her hold. "What's her name then?"

And the first name he thought of spilled out: "Rachel." He scowled.

She noticed, and slid her other arm around his neck. "Doesn't sound so great. You don't even seem like you like her all that much."

Octavian snatched his arm from her grasp and jumped back from her. Being touched like that, by a much younger girl, was enough to make his skin crawl. "Oh, she's fantastic," he said. The girl still looked skeptical - and ready to jump him - so he continued quickly. "Absolutely amazing, and creative, smart."

He paused. She frowned.

"...and she has a voice that she likes to describe as 'sexy'."

"..Is it?" the girl asked. She was looking less and less sure of herself.

"No." Then, before the girl could any ideas, he said, "I'd say its more the equivalent of angels singing."

Now she looked like she was going to melt into the sidewalk. As a last ditch effort, she said, "...W-Well, then, she's gotta be hideous-"

Octavian frowned. "She's the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen."

At that, the girl's frown deepened. A furious shade of red covered her face and she turned, bolting back the way she had come and diving behind another gift shop. Satisfied, Octavian tossed his empty cup into the garbage and set back to wait for Rachel.

extra special notes: and then, lo and behold, the next entry shall be a continuation of this one. when rach actually shows up. look forward to it.