[honestly, she thought that was the end of it. out the portal, bags stuffed in her hands, sent on her merry, somewhat starstruck way.
yet he seems keen on walking her the whole way, a prospect as thrilling as it is unnerving...even handsome strangers could be dangerous so close to home, after all! but it's fine, right? so far, he's been nothing but practically perfect, ticking every box; gods, all he'd need is better lighting and this'd be a proper movie, wouldn't it? for once could she just enjoy a moment without fear of some falling house of cards?
she wrestles with that as she starts the walk toward the block of homes built up for the imPorts, wringing her hands a bit as she goes. there need only be four or five steps of quiet before she can't stand another one and pipes up despite her worries:]
Is...is this what you do, day to day? Rescuing people from their own clumsiness, I mean.
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[honestly, she thought that was the end of it. out the portal, bags stuffed in her hands, sent on her merry, somewhat starstruck way.
yet he seems keen on walking her the whole way, a prospect as thrilling as it is unnerving...even handsome strangers could be dangerous so close to home, after all! but it's fine, right? so far, he's been nothing but practically perfect, ticking every box; gods, all he'd need is better lighting and this'd be a proper movie, wouldn't it? for once could she just enjoy a moment without fear of some falling house of cards?
she wrestles with that as she starts the walk toward the block of homes built up for the imPorts, wringing her hands a bit as she goes. there need only be four or five steps of quiet before she can't stand another one and pipes up despite her worries:]
Is...is this what you do, day to day? Rescuing people from their own clumsiness, I mean.