With you? Wouldn't say that. [ No. Nothing about her is boring.
She rummages, pulls out shit that doesn't suit him but makes him chuckle, anyway. He rifles through a few token desks and drawers just 'cause. Pockets a lighter. Mostly, he watches her. She's at ease here in a way he hasn't seen before. It's nice. He doesn't feel the sameā€”isn't settling into it how others haveā€”but at least when he's around her, he's not looking over his shoulder. Isn't waiting for the zone to flicker. Isn't listening for a gunshot that might go off any second.
This place might be made for friendly tourists, but that's not who's rolled in. These people? They're as liable to start a fight over a square of meat as they are to share a beer.
When she reaches for his hand to tug him into the next hut, he lets her. His feet are still bare. The night sky glows with its two odd moons. His phone says it's 3:12 AM. He was supposed to show up for a shift two hours ago. Can't bring himself to regret blowing it off.
Like he thought: nothing here except florals and fancy linens. But that's not the reason he's here, huh? And part of him doesn't mind that she keeps picking up absurd pieces he'll never go for.
Something tells him she's doing that on purpose.
He walks up to join her while she's bent over another piece of luggage. ] Got something else?
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She rummages, pulls out shit that doesn't suit him but makes him chuckle, anyway. He rifles through a few token desks and drawers just 'cause. Pockets a lighter. Mostly, he watches her. She's at ease here in a way he hasn't seen before. It's nice. He doesn't feel the sameā€”isn't settling into it how others haveā€”but at least when he's around her, he's not looking over his shoulder. Isn't waiting for the zone to flicker. Isn't listening for a gunshot that might go off any second.
This place might be made for friendly tourists, but that's not who's rolled in. These people? They're as liable to start a fight over a square of meat as they are to share a beer.
When she reaches for his hand to tug him into the next hut, he lets her. His feet are still bare. The night sky glows with its two odd moons. His phone says it's 3:12 AM. He was supposed to show up for a shift two hours ago. Can't bring himself to regret blowing it off.
Like he thought: nothing here except florals and fancy linens. But that's not the reason he's here, huh? And part of him doesn't mind that she keeps picking up absurd pieces he'll never go for.
Something tells him she's doing that on purpose.
He walks up to join her while she's bent over another piece of luggage. ] Got something else?