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WHO: A bunch of magic lamers.
WHERE: Dunwich, Massachusetts.
WHEN: Friday, September 2nd through Sunday, September 4th.
WARNINGS: TBA. There's bound to be something.
SUMMARY: Herp derp.
FORMAT: Whatever you feel like!

Let's get it on.

■ Friday, September 2nd.
■ Saturday, September 3rd.
■ Sunday, September 4th.

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Afraid your feelings will show? [At least she doesn't appear serious about this. Why be serious, anyway? So much easier to joke around and pretend that everything's perfectly fine.]

Not sure I have many of those left.

You've got enough of them.

I'd rather I didn't.

Life would be so much easier without them.

Exactly.

Unfortunately, we do. [She eats another bit of the croissant, leaving about half of the remaining shredded pieces.] Anyway, I should get going. Arthur's probably going crazy since I'm off on my own and I didn't tell him where I was going.

Can I escort you back?

[Crap. That was also her way of sliding out of this conversation without it getting any more unpleasant. She stands and allows him to do that thing, quickly heading to the register and paying for the both of them and leaving a tip. Rather than leave him at the table, without an answer, she extends her arm.] If that's what you want.

I would. Don't worry, I'll leave you once we get back.

[Affectionate feelings, huh.] What's the point of escorting me, then? I can take care of myself, you know.

Just want to make sure you get back alright.

Perhaps I just want a free ride.

So which is it? You want a ride or you want to make sure I'm okay?

Can't it be both?

I'm walking back. [She gives his arm a tug, anyway, as she begins to head out the door. It's a little cool out, but rather nice.]

Edited 2011-09-14 11:45 (UTC)

All the more reason for me to escort you.

I can take care of myself. [She loops his arm around his (again), anyway, and adjusts her top hat with her free hand.] But I guess I wouldn't mind the company.

Good, because you're getting it whether you like it or not.

I could easily ditch you.

You could. But I'd find you again.

And then?

Hadn't planned that far ahead yet.

[Still walking, she turns toward him.] Can't live without me, huh?

It's more about the enjoyment of embodying annoyance.

That could be found anywhere in the City. [Slowly, she slides her arm away from his and picks up speed, facing her back in the direction she's walking.] You didn't have to come to Massachusetts to find that.