[He stumbles aside anyway and rubs his poor bicep.]
Haha, hey. I'm not wrong.
[He lifts both hands and spreads them.]
So between that and the years of letting go and all, I guess I figured you wouldn't be interested in what we had anymore. But that's not the vibe I'm actually getting? Correct me if I'm misconstruing something there.
[Ever forward but always watching out, Carolina takes a few looks around before she decides what she wants to do. Content that no one but their pokémon are watching, she drifts closer, brushes her knuckles against his-- a small warning before she slides her fingers between his.]
[She scared the shit out of the sim soldiers. She is still proud of this. She is a frightening beast of a woman and she likes it that way.
She has to admit, in the back of her mind, that she also missed the feeling of someone's fingers between hers. Even if it's TOTALLY GROSS god what a loser nerd, trying to hold hands with her]
Well, at least you're still keeping up. I was worried.
[He steps sideways into her and leans half his weight into her shoulder, like pushing her off the road in such an inefficient way would a) work or b) do anything.]
Come on, it sounds like weird alien porn when you say it like that.
[Carolina gets herself off the road that time, having to bend over to keep her balance while laughing. Barked like a fox, her laughter rings loud, and she can't remember the last time she laughed like this.]
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Or. It kind of. was, I guess, but--
[WOW. Okay yeah she's just going to take care of this by punching him in the arm.
...Gently.]
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Haha, hey. I'm not wrong.
[He lifts both hands and spreads them.]
So between that and the years of letting go and all, I guess I figured you wouldn't be interested in what we had anymore. But that's not the vibe I'm actually getting? Correct me if I'm misconstruing something there.
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What we had before... That's long gone.
[But there's nothing but affection in her voice-- and then she throws him a coy smile.]
Funny thing is, that doesn't mean I'm not open to new possibilities.
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[York sort of looks like a puppy. A puppy who just won the lottery. He puts his hands back in his pockets, just looks at her and smiles.]
Uh-huh. Okay, I see. New possibilities.
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Sounds like that could be fun.
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[Though she's doing a pretty good job of controlling the smile on her face, her voice is just saturated with amusement.
She missed being near him. Missed the ease with which he could get her to smile. Missed how he felt like home.]
I can take it back, if you can't handle it.
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[He walks closer to bump her with his elbow.]
Who managed to keep up with you all that time, huh?
[While he's there, though, he takes his near hand out of his pocket, lets it hang between them, open and steady.]
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You did alright, anyway.
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He doesn't swing their hands or anything. It's just nice, is all. Holding hands with someone. Holding hands with Carolina.]
Hey now, you have no idea how terrifying you are from the outside, do you? I did kickass.
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[She scared the shit out of the sim soldiers. She is still proud of this. She is a frightening beast of a woman and she likes it that way.
She has to admit, in the back of her mind, that she also missed the feeling of someone's fingers between hers. Even if it's TOTALLY GROSS god what a loser nerd, trying to hold hands with her]
Well, at least you're still keeping up. I was worried.
[No she wasn't.]
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[Yeah, something as simple as transdimensional relocation. Or HIS OWN FUCKING DEATH. Oh my god, end all Freelancers.
His hands are as strong and sure as they always were, as nimble and precise. He gives her hand a gentle squeeze as they walk.]
It's like I said the other day. Gotta keep things interesting for you somehow, right?
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[It sounds sarcastic, but... it's a little bit sincere.
Walking with him seems so easy right now, as easy as it used to be. It's a comforting feeling, to walk with someone she's known for so long.]
But you probably need to be earning badges anyway-- to get around, don't you?
[yeah how long are you gonna get away with not telling her you're a breeder, yolk]
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Why would I need the badges to get around? Are there checkpoints or something?
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Trainers can't use those hidden machines outside of battle for some... weird reason. Not without badges.
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[Aaaaaaaaughhh. Why, as an infiltration specialist secret agent guy, can York not lie?]
I don't actually need those so much.
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How'd you manage that?
[Don't tell her.]
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'Cause I'm not actually registered as a Trainer. Apparently, I'm the same thing North is.
[As long as nobody says the word, it isn't so bad...?]
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[How long can you keep her from saying it, york]
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[It's coming. He knows it is. He braces himself for his inevitable fate.]
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[There it is. She can't help it. She has to laugh.]
You?
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[He steps sideways into her and leans half his weight into her shoulder, like pushing her off the road in such an inefficient way would a) work or b) do anything.]
Come on, it sounds like weird alien porn when you say it like that.
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[She's still snickering under her breath, not at all bothered by the shove. She deserved it, totally, but York totally deserves this.]
I didn't know that about you, York. Good to hear about your preferences.
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[Massive eyeroll.
God, Carolina, he's not Tucker.Why is this where he has laid his affections.He heaves an exaggerated sigh.]
Well, you know, it got lonely out there, just me and D...
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Cut it out.
[It's her turn to give him a shove.]
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I thought you wanted to hear about my preferences, Champ.
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[But she's still all smiles, in her voice and on her face. Ah, if only she had her visor to hide it. ]
You're setting a bad example for Delta Two.
{Gosh.]
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