week two | dates

[marriagebroker]

Kiss the girl~!

Or guy.

Or person.

Or Messmer's snake.

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[gamboler]

[ Right. They can do this! Spiritedly, he chimes in after her: ] Aha. Allons-y!

[ Did he say that right...the ride starts out well enough, Aventurine slowly but steadily getting the hand of the pedals and handlebars, and by no small miracle of luck, he manages not to steer them into a tree or send them careening into a nearby stream after ascending the hill. However, after that even his legs are aching a bit, a sheen of sweat on his brow, and he's only too glad to pull to a stop and hop off so they can take a breather.

Slumping against the nearby tree: ]

Goodness me! That was a climb! I might have overdone it as we neared the top... [ ...Furina's poor calves... ] Even so, I'd say we aren't doing too bad for ourselves, Miss Furina.

[enscene]

[Furina doesn't move, looking as if she might evaporate right on the spot.

She'd been a natural surfer, a quick study at skating, fine at using a sword as more than a prop. This one might have bested her.]

I do suppose...not all things...are best done with friends. [Yes...if she's ever invited out biking again, she's going to make her specifications for her own vehicle very clear. Maybe it can even be mekanical or powered by Hydro.]

How much farther do we have to go on our route? I'm sure that with the efficient rate at we took things, we must be nearing our destination already!

[Do we tell her?]

ty for reminding me my favorite furina trivia: her sick surfing skills

[gamboler]

[ Oh sweet Furina, you beautiful tropical fish...

...Aventurine glances back down the incline from whence they came, and then towards the far, far distant end of the park. It can't even be seen from here, he just knows it's somewhere off...that way. ]

...Well, you know, they say it's more about the journey than the destination.

[ They are far as hell away girl!!! ]

IT'S MY FAVORITE TOO....she's so pleased with herself

[enscene]

[Like a parched man crawling in the desert, Furina blearily lifts her head from the grass to glance off in the designated direction. Oh...that's...less than ideal.]

Hahaha... perhaps I should have brought a pair of opera glasses... [She oofs, folding an arm over her forehead.] I think you're supposed to save that for occasions when an upside presents itself along the journey...company excepted.

[They literally just went up one of the upsides, and it almost killed her.]

Say, Aventurine, do you travel often?