[it really is something else... Lucina has a lot of friends here -- some she even considers as close as family. but this is different. it's special. and he means to fight for it, same as she does. she hopes there'll be no need for more fighting of the kind they've had to put up with of late.
right now, though, the battle is more in...simpler things. mundane things. things like...listening to your man grumble and wince as he struggles to get clothes on again so they can go out to the emergency room late at night. there's nothing quite like being vividly aware of your accidental wrongdoing while trying to get changed and carry on with your day. night. whatever...!
as sensitive as his neck is, Lucina doesn't dare risk flying them -- not just because of the chill or the jostling, but because he'd probably get so fussy up there that they'd plummet barely a mile into the journey! so instead she calls a cab to convey them there -- something she still finds a bit novel, honestly; she doesn't do buses or cabs very often at all, even in the winter. she wonders why...
well, she wonders why until she sees the total fare when they get there. goodness. while Guzma climbs out, she fishes out payment, thanking the driver once more for their time before climbing out herself, sighing and bracing against the brisk, cold air.
moving to his side on their way to the entrance, she leans to a side to peer through the glass.]
It doesn't seem too crowded in there of yet...maybe it won't be so long at all!
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right now, though, the battle is more in...simpler things. mundane things. things like...listening to your man grumble and wince as he struggles to get clothes on again so they can go out to the emergency room late at night. there's nothing quite like being vividly aware of your accidental wrongdoing while trying to get changed and carry on with your day. night. whatever...!
as sensitive as his neck is, Lucina doesn't dare risk flying them -- not just because of the chill or the jostling, but because he'd probably get so fussy up there that they'd plummet barely a mile into the journey! so instead she calls a cab to convey them there -- something she still finds a bit novel, honestly; she doesn't do buses or cabs very often at all, even in the winter. she wonders why...
well, she wonders why until she sees the total fare when they get there. goodness. while Guzma climbs out, she fishes out payment, thanking the driver once more for their time before climbing out herself, sighing and bracing against the brisk, cold air.
moving to his side on their way to the entrance, she leans to a side to peer through the glass.]
It doesn't seem too crowded in there of yet...maybe it won't be so long at all!