Sorrryyyyyy I know it's been a long time and this is short but I sort of just didn't write. I don't even have a good excuse. Mahhhhh.
Koemi glared at Oliver from her nest on his couch. "I swear, if you come over I'm going to kill you."
Oliver yawned and scratched the back of his head sleepily. "Relax. I'm going to get some water."
"What are you doing up?" she sat up and rubbed her eyes. "It's pretty early."
"Can't sleep," he responded, trudging over to the kitchen. The light from the refrigerator illuminated Oliver's face as he grabbed the pitcher of water. "What's your excuse?"
"Same." She picked at her cuticles aimlessly. "I'm an early riser."
He filled a glass with water and shook his head. "I wouldn't guess that." He settled in the chair across from her and guzzled the water.
"Come here," she patted the cushion beside her nest of blankets.
He raised his eyebrows but obliged before she could change her mind.
She took his water and set it on the coffee table. Next, she grabbed his hands and flipped them palm-side up. Silently, she traced the lines on his palms. "You have air hands, so I'm guessing you're intellectual but you internalize too much." she told him. "This is your heart line," she traced the top line on his palm. "Yours starts here," she showed him the line. "It shows that you're selfish in love. Here, it shows that you might experience a trauma or depression." She frowned.
"Like what?" he was fascinated by her touch.
She shrugged and moved onto the line beneath it. "This is your head line. I can tell that you're very practical and structured, and a clear, focused thinker. Very smart, Davis. I can also tell that you have an unquenchable thirst for adventure. Maybe that's why you're in ghost hunting," she grinned, but stared at the hands. "You may have an emotional crisis. Here is your life line," she pointed to the line around his thumb. "It shows that you're often tired, and that you're cautious. You have inner vitality and may have had or will have major changes in your lifestyle."
He nodded, concentrating on the brush of her fingers against his skin.
"Your fate line shows that you're self-made." She tapped the skin under his fingers. "These are your mounts. Venus, Jupiter, Saturn, Apollo, Mercury, and Luna. I can tell from these that you are critical, intelligent, cynical, self-confident, thoughtful and have psychic abilities." She raised her eyebrows. "Do you?"
"PKST," he replied.
She nodded and continued. "Your thumb suggests that you're opinionated with self-control. It also shows that you can be cold and indifferent. I can tell from your fingers that you're well-mannered, good-looking." She rolled her eyes. "You're also good at keeping secrets, but you're easily annoyed."
He chuckled. "Where did you learn to do that?"
"Palm read? It was a class I took when earning the credits to graduate early," she replied. "The children are nuts for it at sabbats.
He took her hands and looked at the carefully. "You work hard," he announced. "Your fingers and palms are calloused. I can tell you're right handed from the amount of calluses."
"Very good, young Oliver. You're learning." She grinned at him.
"We're home~!" Martin Davis burst through the front door. "Ah, Koemi! It's great to see you. Why are you on my couch?"
Koemi craned her neck to peer at him. "I'm reading Noll's palms," she replied daintily. "How was your date with the Missus?"
"It was wonderful," Luella beamed at her. "How was your date with my son?"
Koemi scowled, remembering why she was mad at the Davis boy in the first place. "It was whatever."
Oliver sighed. "Martha showed up."
Martin made a face. "I don't like that girl, Oliver. She's trouble. Trouble, I say!" He pointed up the stairs and slowly made his way up them. "Trouble!"
"Ignore him," Luella sighed at the two.
Oliver shook his head. "Thanks, Mum. See you in the morning."
"Goodnight, sweetie. Behave." Luella followed her husband as he muttered Shakespeare to himself.
Oliver nodded. "I want to apologize for tonight."
"You?" Koemi said incredulously. "Apologize?"
He continued to examine her hands, turning them over in his own. "What happened last night was wrong. It wasn't what I wanted."
A light blush tinted her cheeks. "You're an ass."
"She doesn't matter to me," he assured her.
"Look, either way, I would just like to be your friend." She stated, glancing down at her hands in his.
His hands moved to lift her chin. "I would like to be more than friends with you, Ayumu-san."
She blinked at his sudden Japanese. "I forgot you speak Japanese, Naru."
"What would you say?" he asked. "If I asked you to be my girlfriend?"
"You're getting ahead of yourself," she decided suddenly, her face lighting up with blush. "You should just ask and find out."
"Would you be my girlfriend?" he asked obediently.
"No." Koemi tried to conceal a smile. "I don't date babies."
He gave an exasperated sigh. "Koemi."
"Kidding," she held her hands up defensively before leaning forward. "I think it would be interesting...We should try it."
