Reagan smiled. “Absolutely. And for the record I’m not crazy, just very passionate about my food.” She pause and crossed her arms over her chest. “Come on, eat up.”
He just nodded. “Like, I said,” He lifted up the muffin. “Crazy.” He smirked before placing the small piece into his mouth.
"N—n—no, I’m n—n—not. I’m a—a—amity. Both m—m—my….. My p—p—parents were." She said and bit her lip. She never discussed them. "I—I—I was p—p—pushed down t—t—the hole." She admitted.
"Amity. Don’t know much about them, myself, to be honest. One of my brothers left Dauntless to head to Amity, actually. Before he… ah…" He paused as well. Talking about his brothers usually made him feel uncomfortable. It brought up too many emotions. But Dorian felt a small wash of relief when she changed the subject. "Pushed? That’s definitely not the way to go, unless you get pushed and go down with your eyes closed. That’s basically how I go down."
Arielle gave him a shy smile. “I—I—I’m trying. H—h—hope it s—s—shows.” She said.
"Totally. You’re getting it. Keep pushing it." He nodded at that. "Just a wild guess, but you’re not from Dauntless, are you? I mean, I would have heard you around more often."
Reagan gasped. “Don’t you talk about them like that.” She pet the muffin. “Muffin he didn’t mean it.” She ripped off another bit and put it in his hand. “You haven’t given it a real chance. I’m telling you this muffin might just change your life and you will thank me.”
"Oh god, not another dose of crazies around here. I’ve already got two initiates like that in my training class." He sighed, shaking his head, but kept on his small smile before the piece of muffin was placed in his hand. He just blinked. "You’re going to make me eat this?"
Arielle gave him a small flinch when he touched her. Reflex. “I—I—I don’t n—n—need to g—f—get out o—o—of it.”
That made him beam. “Glad to hear it. That’s the Dauntless spirit. Honestly, we’re lacking it here a whole lot.”
"W—w—well I h—h—have been b—b—but I’m o—o—okay." She said with a shrug.
He chuckled softly, before reaching over and gently placing his hand on her shoulder, giving it a small tap of comfort and understanding. “Got’cha. But hey, don’t think that not eating will get you out of training.”
"Didn’t offer you a bite of this muffin?You’re right, how dare I. I should be more selfish with these." She popped a little bit into her mouth.
"Muffin? Is that what it is?" He blinked his sightless eyes before scrunching his nose. "Honestly. Couldn’t they make something a little more decent around here? The muffins are like rocks, and we have plenty of those around here.”
"Y—y—yeah, its p—p—pretty intimidating." She said and fiddled with her sleeve. She then shook her head though he couldn’t see. "O—o—oh, im n—n—not hungry."
He nodded before shrugging again. “Not hungry? Mmm… That’s the first time I’ve heard someone say that. Normally, people ‘round here are starving. Well, mostly the initiates, considering they’ve been running around and punching people all day.”
Is my beard too prickly for you?
"Hilarious. But at least I’m glad I got missed while I was out."