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dualislogs2019-10-22 09:29 pm
merged) wrote in dualislogs2019-10-22 09:29 pm
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blue shells
WHO: Heather Mason/Sharon da Silva (merged) & David Alleyne (helpdesk_hero)
WHAT: David offered to take Heather go-karting.
WHERE: indoor go-kart track
WHEN: maybe a week or so ago
WARNINGS: pg-13 for Ms. Mason's ability to curse
Heather didn't know what she'd expected when David made his initial offer. She thought he'd forget or, darkly, 'forget' and that would be the end of it. When he'd texted her and they'd made plans, she found herself pleasantly surprised and oddly giddy. It was enough to cast off the shadow that had been following her since the meeting with the Heart.
She rarely considers her outfit most days, often opting for whatever she touches first rather than what might look best, but finds herself waffling and uncertain. You're being silly, she thinks, pressing down her nerves. It's just because it's something new for her, that's all. She ends up dressing as conservatively as she usually does, leggings and long sleeves and that damaged white vest she's always wearing, though she finds herself pulling on a pale blue turtleneck to match her eyes.
When the time finally comes to head to the track, Heather finds that her giddiness has begun to ebb, replaced instead with a sort of buzzing eagerness she's unused to. There'd been so much awful in her head lately but, at the moment, they were shockingly absent. A welcome change, one she doesn't think on long, her attention almost entirely on her companion.
"Gonna let me beat you?" She asks him with a playful quirk of her lips. She didn't forget he said he'd go easy on her, after all.
merged) & David Alleyne (helpdesk_hero) WHAT: David offered to take Heather go-karting.
WHERE: indoor go-kart track
WHEN: maybe a week or so ago
WARNINGS: pg-13 for Ms. Mason's ability to curse
Heather didn't know what she'd expected when David made his initial offer. She thought he'd forget or, darkly, 'forget' and that would be the end of it. When he'd texted her and they'd made plans, she found herself pleasantly surprised and oddly giddy. It was enough to cast off the shadow that had been following her since the meeting with the Heart.
She rarely considers her outfit most days, often opting for whatever she touches first rather than what might look best, but finds herself waffling and uncertain. You're being silly, she thinks, pressing down her nerves. It's just because it's something new for her, that's all. She ends up dressing as conservatively as she usually does, leggings and long sleeves and that damaged white vest she's always wearing, though she finds herself pulling on a pale blue turtleneck to match her eyes.
When the time finally comes to head to the track, Heather finds that her giddiness has begun to ebb, replaced instead with a sort of buzzing eagerness she's unused to. There'd been so much awful in her head lately but, at the moment, they were shockingly absent. A welcome change, one she doesn't think on long, her attention almost entirely on her companion.
"Gonna let me beat you?" She asks him with a playful quirk of her lips. She didn't forget he said he'd go easy on her, after all.
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And he is nothing if not reliable. Except for one race where some asshole teen puts him into the wall and he only gets third, David consistently hits first place. All four of the races they have before David is eager to take a break because yeah, DEFINITELY time for a deli run.
He grins as he climbs out of his kart and smirks at Heather.
"Well, fun or what?"