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NAME: Amelia Eva Steinbeck BIRTHDAY: February 28th FAV CAKE FLAVOR: Mixed berries, whipped cream, and lemon curd
WHAT THEY WANT MOST FOR THEIR BIRTHDAY: For her AP Lit. class to pass their test w/ a 3 or higher.
No, no, I don't imagine it will. You're not exactly the damsel in distress sort— we'll consider this an anomaly, shall we?
[He can't imagine he'll have many opportunities to do something like this in the future, though it would be lying to say he wasn't enjoying the warm weight of her against his chest as they go— despite the circumstances.]
Regardless, you're quite welcome.
[The exit comes up quite quickly, their trip expedited by the fact that they've already fought everything they'd come across, and it isn't long before they're in the elevator and back on their way to their home floor.
After a few moments of silence, he glances down at her with a faint half-smile, hopeful.]
I hope this doesn't mark the end of our explorations together, despite how it ended. We did quite well for ourselves.
[Why does he look so hopeful...? Well. She knows why but she isn't at that point of addressing it directly yet. There's no certainty in being able to answer what goes unsaid, there is no guarantee, and it would be better to let it die on the vine so neither of them would have to go through the trouble.
... And yet.]
That's rather presumptuous of you. I wouldn't end things over a sprained ankle.
I certainly wouldn't think so, but I thought it best not to assume. I suppose I could be seen as presumptuous either way, hm?
[He chuckles as his smile hitches wider, and shakes his head as the elevator lets them out on the seventh floor, its vaguely haunted ambience quite welcoming to him at this point.]
Well, once I have you set to rights, perhaps we can plan our next outing.
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[He can't imagine he'll have many opportunities to do something like this in the future, though it would be lying to say he wasn't enjoying the warm weight of her against his chest as they go— despite the circumstances.]
Regardless, you're quite welcome.
[The exit comes up quite quickly, their trip expedited by the fact that they've already fought everything they'd come across, and it isn't long before they're in the elevator and back on their way to their home floor.
After a few moments of silence, he glances down at her with a faint half-smile, hopeful.]
I hope this doesn't mark the end of our explorations together, despite how it ended. We did quite well for ourselves.
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... And yet.]
That's rather presumptuous of you. I wouldn't end things over a sprained ankle.
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[He chuckles as his smile hitches wider, and shakes his head as the elevator lets them out on the seventh floor, its vaguely haunted ambience quite welcoming to him at this point.]
Well, once I have you set to rights, perhaps we can plan our next outing.
[How's that for presumptuous?]