versusnurture | second ♢ spam & private

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second ♢ spam & private

[Abigail spends a lot of time with Tyrion, but not all of it. Occasionally she makes quiet escapes, flitting from sight to sight like a songbird. In the end, though, she settles at a coffee shop with newly purchased books - The Violent Bear It Away first, then The Optimist's Daughter.]

[She tells Tyrion where she is, so he won't worry or (more importantly) come looking for her. Every few hours she gets up and wanders the neighborhood, a shopping district. She thoroughly enjoys her anonymity; she hasn't had any for a while.]

private/text | david

Do you like it here? I'm bored.

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[She just sends him the address. Figure it out yourself, smarty-pants.]

[Well, he's just going to show up on the other side of the street about fifteen minutes later. Hi.]

[That's not creepy at all, David. She waves at him from across the street, then navigates traffic to make it to his side.]

Hi.

You're taller in person.

[He's not really sure what to say to that, and he doesn't shrug, so he just doesn't say anything at all. Good compromise, right?

He definitely looks a little strange though in his gray pants and green jacket, but doesn't seem particularly uncomfortable with what's going on around him. It's interesting.]

Have you been to this city before?

[It's a good enough compromise. It makes her smile, a brief flash of understanding at his lack of understanding.]

Los Angeles? No. I've been to California, once, when my parents went to a vineyard. It was boring, but it was quieter.

Where do you want to go?

I don't know. I'm not very familiar with where one would go, here.

[He's had a lot of other stuff to think about that doesn't involve LA. B(]

[She tilts her head at him, trying to figure out what, exactly, he wants to do - if anything.]

We could just walk. I don't really want to sightsee. I just want to - be out.

[Where people won't know her.]

That sounds perfectly fine by me.

[He absolutely doesn't have an agenda. Getting off the ship had been a display of free will more than anything else, proving that he could get out and about without needing to get anyone's permission for it. He was curious about the outside world, but in many ways, it was overwhelming too, for someone who had spent most of his existence in a very confined setting.]

Okay. Come on, then.

[She doesn't say it gently or like an order, either. She just wants to go, wants to be moving. With a friend. Since her last one got hung up on hooks.]

[She starts walking down the street, assuming David will follow her.]

[He does, and he doesn't try to strike up conversation. He doesn't need it to be entertained, and even if he did, he's too busy watching the comings and goings of the other people in the city to mind the quiet between them.

He thinks he prefers space. But this is interesting.]

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