part 335 summer nights (tell me more tell me more)

[aphanon_meme]

Like did he have a car? Dodo--dodo--dodo... yeah! How is your July going so far, meme? Good? Bad? Okay? Scrumtrulescent? ... Question mark? This is a very rambling post today, I'm sorry, I'm in a tired rush. A tired tired summer rush. Which, in my professional opinion, is the most annoying kind of rush. I prefer a crisp winter rush! But oh well.

Enjoy part 335!

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[miss_neutrality]

[Her survival instincts are probably stronger than even she guessed, unfortunately for everyone involved.]

I know!

[And she's crying again.]

[whorestria]

You acted- as anyone might expect, it is natural-

[He can't very well say it's not her fault, or it's fine, or don't cry- he's not even sure he can truthfully say it was justified. But there's a first kill for all of them, and a panicked pre-emptive strike isn't unusual.]

...How did it happen?

[He'll pull her carefully back to his chest, now. It doesn't look like it was bloody or protracted, and he hopes it wasn't.]

[miss_neutrality]

Ah...

[She is not telling him she lured America there with an implied offer of sex. Or that she wishes now that she had just gone through with that.]

We were alone, and his gun was on the table right next to me... I didn't intend to kill him at first, just to take his gun, but then I wasn't sure what might happen.

[She hugs him tightly and leans her head on his chest.]

[whorestria]

[That knowledge might just be too much for him, it's just as well.]

It was certainly a risky situation, whether you thought you were in danger or not.

[It sounds quite understandable, now- alone with an armed opponent, who may have fought her for the gun.]

...There, there.

[Resting a hand protectively at the back of her head, he sighs. He can't exactly make it better.]

[miss_neutrality]

[She knows you're still giving her the benefit of the doubt, but she wishes you wouldn't for once. Although perhaps she feels bad enough about it without any added scolding.]

I'm sorry.

[And then suddenly she realizes (or perhaps remembers) that you're in this too and you're in just as much danger as she is. She sniffs and pulls away from the hug to inspect you.]

Are you alright? Are you hurt? Has anyone threatened you? Do you have a weapon you can defend yourself with?

[whorestria]

[What else can he do? He's not going around shooting people now, but his past is as checkered as anyone else's, and hers was always spotless.]

...Do not apologise to me.

[Apologise to the dead, if anything.

Oh, right. He's not actually a guidance counselor who's just dropped in for a visit]

No. ...To all of those questions.

[miss_neutrality]

[She wants to apologize to him, though. He raised her better than that even if he didn't keep to those standards himself.]

No? ...Have you been traveling with anyone?

[whorestria]

[Well...if he's honest with himself, he didn't do much at all.]

I was with Newsboy, but we became separated. I did spend some time at that- coffee shop, but I have come to no harm. I am also unarmed, regrettably.

[Points to his bag, near them on the floor. There's a roll of duct tape sitting on it.]

[miss_neutrality]

[She wants to offer to join up with him--she does have a usable weapon now, after all--but she isn't sure about it.]

I see... Would it be possible to build something with that?

[whorestria]

[He wouldn't mind at all, it would keep him from getting lost, at least.]

Hmm...possibly, but there is a dearth of materials. It is quite useless in a combat situation, except perhaps as a restraint.

[Sigh.]

[miss_neutrality]

Yes...

[She sighs as well, and while she still feels guilty she knows she could never do such a thing to you.]

Perhaps I could stay with you, for a time? If you don't mind my company.

[She can't change what happened, but she wants to think that America would have approved of her protecting others.]

[whorestria]

[Well. He hopes so, Liechtenstein.]

I would be much more at ease if you would.

[For a multitude of reasons, first and foremost not getting stuck in the woods again, but he can also keep an eye on her. She shouldn't be alone after that. And not only for her own good, but perhaps for others'...]

You are armed, still?

[miss_neutrality]

[She gestures to the revolver now sitting in its holster at her hip and nods.]

I also have caltrops, in case we need to defend an area for sleeping.

[whorestria]

Well, then. May I suggest that we move along to a less...damp area?

[He doesn't have a particular goal in mind, since safe places seem few and far between. Maybe he should have stayed at Starbucks]

[miss_neutrality]

Yes, I think that would be a good idea.

[She has no goal in mind, either. She'll probably follow wherever he leads, and she trusts him to come up with a good place for them to stay.]

[whorestria]

Then gather your things. Be sure to fill your water bottle.

[She does?






Why?]

[miss_neutrality]

[She goes back over to the edge of the water and fills her bottles from it. The trust in him is probably bad judgement, but she's also pretty out of it right now.]

I'm ready to go.

[Or at least as ready as she's going to be.]

[whorestria]

Good.

[He picks up his bag, packing away water and...duct tape, then shoulders it. He'll hold his free arm out to her, then.]

Perhaps...left?




[Yeah this is a bad idea]

[miss_neutrality]

[She takes his arm and looks off in that direction. It doesn't seem especially dangerous, so she nods and starts that way.]

We should look for shelter for the night.

[whorestria]

Yes, I think that would be wise...do you think there may be another coffee shop?

[Off they go, to find...probably not a coffee shop. Sorry about the constant stream of complaints and mundanities you're about to endure, Liech]