[ The least surprising story ever. She's pretty sure she could leave him in the housewares department of a JCPenney for fifteen minutes and he would somehow end up fighting a monster. (She thinks it's endearing.) ]
I know it's hard to beat that level of excitement. [ Sitting in the dark, that is. Although she suspects that it's also a very slightly less boring activity when one can also see in the dark.
She makes a soft noise in response. That does sound very nice, even if she's positive she would probably break her neck trying to get up there. ] When I was younger, I used to sneak outta my room at night to go party. We'd drive to the nearest city -- took almost an hour -- and stay out all night. When we were drivin' back, usually the sun would be comin' up behind us, and sometimes we'd stop and sit in the fields to watch.
[ Sometimes there would be a few of them, sometimes it would just be her, sitting on the hood of a car or in the truckbed of a pickup parked in the middle of someone's field. As long as you were gone before the field hands made it out there, there was no downside.
She thinks she preferred the times that she was alone for it.
Her fingers stop stroking his side when she moves her hand to his chest; her nails run through the hair there. The flickering light of one of her fireball jars throws shadows on the wall. ] When's the last time you went?
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I know it's hard to beat that level of excitement. [ Sitting in the dark, that is. Although she suspects that it's also a very slightly less boring activity when one can also see in the dark.
She makes a soft noise in response. That does sound very nice, even if she's positive she would probably break her neck trying to get up there. ] When I was younger, I used to sneak outta my room at night to go party. We'd drive to the nearest city -- took almost an hour -- and stay out all night. When we were drivin' back, usually the sun would be comin' up behind us, and sometimes we'd stop and sit in the fields to watch.
[ Sometimes there would be a few of them, sometimes it would just be her, sitting on the hood of a car or in the truckbed of a pickup parked in the middle of someone's field. As long as you were gone before the field hands made it out there, there was no downside.
She thinks she preferred the times that she was alone for it.
Her fingers stop stroking his side when she moves her hand to his chest; her nails run through the hair there. The flickering light of one of her fireball jars throws shadows on the wall. ] When's the last time you went?