[ the little hooking move surprises her, but she likes it. a beat, as she adjusts to make it easier for rosamund to do so, grinning a bit. close enough. as she does, rosamund might catch a bit of that tattoo - a flash of LAST ONE... with another word that's harder to see. ]
Hey, I promise not to laugh as long as you don't laugh at me. I'm going to eat shit several times.
[ off they go! ]
Or maybe we just laugh equal amounts at each other.
It's debateable? Maybe we can just see who can hold out the longest without losing it. Winner gets extra Congratulations tickets, or loser has to eat from the nacho waterfall...something like that.
[She grins over at her with the adjustment, happy that she hasn't overstepped. It's a little hard to tell after a week full of cuddly urges what isn't welcome and what is.
But that short glance gets her a peep of something new. Rosamund blinks. Last one?
They come to fetch their skates and Rosamund does her best to keep her curiosity off her face. Keep from looking back. It's just knowing what she does about where she came from, it's a little too easy to fill in the blanks. None of the options are good.
Skates laced, she dusts her hands off and lifts her chin in high and mighty airs.]
[ jokes on you she already put her entire hand in the nacho waterfall ]
Oh, you're asking for it, making it a competition. [ vi jokes, elbowing her as they go. she's companionable as they put on skates, as they get ready. and rosamund is nice and doesn't look, but when the glow is just on her forearm, she'll probably catch the last word at some point: STANDING.
vi does an elaborate little bow for rosamund, over the top, and when she looks back up, she's barely holding back a grin. ]
Hey! [ELBOWED. this is so rude. But no she does catch that last word, and wouldn't you know it? It's exactly as she thought.
There's a twinge in her chest. It's about that time, isn't it? Secrets must be spilled and so here they are. Heading onto the rink with Vi none the wiser and Rosamund wondering whether warning her is worth it at all.
The bow is terribly endearing, unfortunately. She laughs.]
You'll be waiting a very long time I'm afraid.
[She hops onto the ice herself, feeling extraordinarily grateful for the gift of grace given to her at birth. She slides out to meet her, catching her arm again and swinging a half circle around her.]
A lap around the rink to test our mettle?
[And just as she's putting in the effort to keep her eyes up and level, there is a flash across her own collar bone.
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[Look she loves clothes don't get her wrong but also she hasn't heard that word in ages.]
Oh! I remember, I tried that once on the Eudora? I'd love a chance to go for it again.
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[ she shoves her hands in her jacket pocket. ]
Let's go then, if you're not busy. Might as well make the best of things.
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[She claps her hands together and nods.]
Yes, let's. I may still be exploring all the new stuff, but this counts, right? It's not like we're on a tight schedule.
[As they go she hooks her hand through Vi's elbow, imitating a courtly walk even if the other woman's got her hands in her pockets. Close enough.]
But you can't laugh, I haven't tried it since and I'll probably be falling all over the place.
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[ the little hooking move surprises her, but she likes it. a beat, as she adjusts to make it easier for rosamund to do so, grinning a bit. close enough. as she does, rosamund might catch a bit of that tattoo - a flash of LAST ONE... with another word that's harder to see. ]
Hey, I promise not to laugh as long as you don't laugh at me. I'm going to eat shit several times.
[ off they go! ]
Or maybe we just laugh equal amounts at each other.
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[She grins over at her with the adjustment, happy that she hasn't overstepped. It's a little hard to tell after a week full of cuddly urges what isn't welcome and what is.
But that short glance gets her a peep of something new. Rosamund blinks. Last one?
They come to fetch their skates and Rosamund does her best to keep her curiosity off her face. Keep from looking back. It's just knowing what she does about where she came from, it's a little too easy to fill in the blanks. None of the options are good.
Skates laced, she dusts her hands off and lifts her chin in high and mighty airs.]
Ready to lose?
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Oh, you're asking for it, making it a competition. [ vi jokes, elbowing her as they go. she's companionable as they put on skates, as they get ready. and rosamund is nice and doesn't look, but when the glow is just on her forearm, she'll probably catch the last word at some point: STANDING.
vi does an elaborate little bow for rosamund, over the top, and when she looks back up, she's barely holding back a grin. ]
Ready to watch you fall on your ass, princess.
[ teases!! ]
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There's a twinge in her chest. It's about that time, isn't it? Secrets must be spilled and so here they are. Heading onto the rink with Vi none the wiser and Rosamund wondering whether warning her is worth it at all.
The bow is terribly endearing, unfortunately. She laughs.]
You'll be waiting a very long time I'm afraid.
[She hops onto the ice herself, feeling extraordinarily grateful for the gift of grace given to her at birth. She slides out to meet her, catching her arm again and swinging a half circle around her.]
A lap around the rink to test our mettle?
[And just as she's putting in the effort to keep her eyes up and level, there is a flash across her own collar bone.
LEFT BEFORE YOU KNEW THEY WERE DEAD.]