Post by Katpride on May 18, 2022 5:34:55 GMT
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Brring.
Brrrrring.
Lark holds the phone up to their ear and idly watches a family pass by on the sidewalk opposite them. It’s warm in the summer sunshine, enough so that they’ve exchanged their habitual hoodie for a lighter long-sleeved shirt. It’s a soft blue-gray, and paired with a long white skirt whose hem is already beginning to accumulate dirt and dust. Well-worn boots peek out beneath the battered hem, with sloppy stitchwork marching along the curve of the right instep. They wait patiently until the line connects, and then immediately jump into their prepared schpiel.
“Anywhere, anywhen in the last two centuries or so. Where would you like to go?” Their grin is evident in their voice, but the questions are sincere. As sincere as they ever sound, anyways.
A tinny voice filters through the line, and they shift a little, adjusting their lean against the side of the building and brushing their hair over their shoulder. They nod a little, mostly to themself, waving at a child who stops to stare at them before the kid is swept away by their parents.
“Yeah, it’s me. Surprise, I’m right outside, mind letting me in?” It’s late afternoon, but the sun is still high in the sky and they can already feel sweat prickling at the small of their back. Ah, summer days. What a lovely season for roasting in too many layers and melting into a puddle of sweat.
This isn’t quite their present time - they’re a few weeks off, the slimmest margin they felt would be safe and also unnoticeable. They can’t quite track down the memory of when they contacted her last, but it’s certainly been a while for them. They tend to take the long way around with these kinds of things, but hopefully they’re still within an acceptable window to show up unannounced at her doorstep. Or if not, they can pretend that it’s acceptable and hope she goes along with it. Being a time traveler is mostly guesswork and pretending to know what you’re doing, with a bit of false confidence thrown in for flavor.
Hey, it’s gotten them this far. It won’t get them all that much further, but they push that knowledge to the side and turn their face towards the sun. No use dwelling on what will come when there’s fun to be had in the here and now. Or the then and there, if they can get a solid answer from their traveling companion.
Brring.
Brrrrring.
Lark holds the phone up to their ear and idly watches a family pass by on the sidewalk opposite them. It’s warm in the summer sunshine, enough so that they’ve exchanged their habitual hoodie for a lighter long-sleeved shirt. It’s a soft blue-gray, and paired with a long white skirt whose hem is already beginning to accumulate dirt and dust. Well-worn boots peek out beneath the battered hem, with sloppy stitchwork marching along the curve of the right instep. They wait patiently until the line connects, and then immediately jump into their prepared schpiel.
“Anywhere, anywhen in the last two centuries or so. Where would you like to go?” Their grin is evident in their voice, but the questions are sincere. As sincere as they ever sound, anyways.
A tinny voice filters through the line, and they shift a little, adjusting their lean against the side of the building and brushing their hair over their shoulder. They nod a little, mostly to themself, waving at a child who stops to stare at them before the kid is swept away by their parents.
“Yeah, it’s me. Surprise, I’m right outside, mind letting me in?” It’s late afternoon, but the sun is still high in the sky and they can already feel sweat prickling at the small of their back. Ah, summer days. What a lovely season for roasting in too many layers and melting into a puddle of sweat.
This isn’t quite their present time - they’re a few weeks off, the slimmest margin they felt would be safe and also unnoticeable. They can’t quite track down the memory of when they contacted her last, but it’s certainly been a while for them. They tend to take the long way around with these kinds of things, but hopefully they’re still within an acceptable window to show up unannounced at her doorstep. Or if not, they can pretend that it’s acceptable and hope she goes along with it. Being a time traveler is mostly guesswork and pretending to know what you’re doing, with a bit of false confidence thrown in for flavor.
Hey, it’s gotten them this far. It won’t get them all that much further, but they push that knowledge to the side and turn their face towards the sun. No use dwelling on what will come when there’s fun to be had in the here and now. Or the then and there, if they can get a solid answer from their traveling companion.