eighty six: train au

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i'm running out of ideas

     ps i got distracted halfway through writing this and i somehow ended up watching illegal heathers

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misto pov
i've been on the train for three whole seconds, when the stranger beside me starts talking. great, amazing, brilliant.

"where're you headed?"

i put on my most genuine smile. "vancouver."

he nods and says "i'm going there too!"

"oh, fun," i say, trying very hard to hide the annoyance in my voice.

     "is there a reason you're going? like do you have family there or something?" he asks. seriously, buddy, leave me alone please.

      "no, just for fun," i reply, hoping this ends the conversation—

     "did you look at the weather for vancouver?" he says. great. "it's supposed to be sunny all week."

     "is it?" i say. i guess if you can't make them stop talking, you have to play their games. "that's good."

     "yeah," he says, pausing a moment. "what'd you say your name was?"

     "i didn't," i say, slightly less annoyed. "it's mistoffelees."

      "mistoffelees," he echoes. "that's a nice name."

     "thanks, i guess," i say, purposefully not asking for his. please stop talking to me.

"sorry, i'm bothering you aren't i?" he says quickly. "i don't mean to."

"it's fine," i say quietly.

so this wasn't super tuggoffelees, but maybe part two maybe?

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