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whenshewasnice) wrote2016-06-10 01:10 pm
whenshewasnice) wrote2016-06-10 01:10 pm
From Toronto to Ribeirao Preto, Friday FT
The events of the previous evening, post-everything, had been kind of a blur.
Ditto for this morning.
Envy felt like she had a hangover. But now it was raining, and she was standing on a sidewalk, and there was a taxi. And there was Scott, and there were Wallace and Ramona with their umbrellas a little further away.
"Guess I'll go home," she said. Even if she wasn't even sure what that meant right now. The Montreal apartment? That didn't seem or feel right. "I'm just gonna go."
"I'm..." Scott started. Hesitating. "I'm sorry about stuff."
"I know," Envy said. She brushed a few raindrops' worth of water off her face with the sleeve of the hoodie she was wearing. Hadn't remembered even packing one, but it had turned out conveniently on the top of her bag when she'd needed it. "Me too."
Scott pointed at the hoodie. "That used to be mine. Remember?"
"What?" she asked. Then took a closer look at the sleeve. "Oh... The sweater. Yeah, I guess I stole it." She went to pull it off, reaching for the hood. "You want it back? Should I take it off?""
"No!" Scott said quickly, probably surprising even himself with how fast and final it came out. "Just... Uh... As long as you're still using it, right?"
Her shoulders slumped back down, her hands fell to her sides. Guess she was keeping the sweater. Then they just stood there for a moment, awkward. Scott's hand twitched but he went no further with it. She made no move at all. "Alright, I'm gone," she said, after that particular moment passed. "Uh... Okay," Scott said, as eloquent as ever.
Envy slipped her sunglasses on – like the star she still was – and got in the taxi. "Airport," she said. Then, out the window, to Scott: "See you next time."
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... She didn't go home.
Well, she didn't go to Montreal, anyway. Anything beyond that was pointless philosophizing she didn't have the inclination or energy for. She wasn't sure when she made the decision, or if she really made it at all. It was so easy, see, to fall into a familiar chain of events at the airport. She'd done it so many times, here in particular.
Show up. Book the portal from your saved locations. Have a coffee while waiting. Take the portal.
End up in Brazil.
It was only once she got to the Compound that she began wondering what the status of her security clearance was these days. (And yes, that was the only thing she wondered about.)
[ooc: NFB and for that guy that lives here! First part taken from Scott Pilgrim volume three, which has now wrapped up. Man, this was a long time coming.]
Ditto for this morning.
Envy felt like she had a hangover. But now it was raining, and she was standing on a sidewalk, and there was a taxi. And there was Scott, and there were Wallace and Ramona with their umbrellas a little further away.
"Guess I'll go home," she said. Even if she wasn't even sure what that meant right now. The Montreal apartment? That didn't seem or feel right. "I'm just gonna go."
"I'm..." Scott started. Hesitating. "I'm sorry about stuff."
"I know," Envy said. She brushed a few raindrops' worth of water off her face with the sleeve of the hoodie she was wearing. Hadn't remembered even packing one, but it had turned out conveniently on the top of her bag when she'd needed it. "Me too."
Scott pointed at the hoodie. "That used to be mine. Remember?"
"What?" she asked. Then took a closer look at the sleeve. "Oh... The sweater. Yeah, I guess I stole it." She went to pull it off, reaching for the hood. "You want it back? Should I take it off?""
"No!" Scott said quickly, probably surprising even himself with how fast and final it came out. "Just... Uh... As long as you're still using it, right?"
Her shoulders slumped back down, her hands fell to her sides. Guess she was keeping the sweater. Then they just stood there for a moment, awkward. Scott's hand twitched but he went no further with it. She made no move at all. "Alright, I'm gone," she said, after that particular moment passed. "Uh... Okay," Scott said, as eloquent as ever.
Envy slipped her sunglasses on – like the star she still was – and got in the taxi. "Airport," she said. Then, out the window, to Scott: "See you next time."
... She didn't go home.
Well, she didn't go to Montreal, anyway. Anything beyond that was pointless philosophizing she didn't have the inclination or energy for. She wasn't sure when she made the decision, or if she really made it at all. It was so easy, see, to fall into a familiar chain of events at the airport. She'd done it so many times, here in particular.
Show up. Book the portal from your saved locations. Have a coffee while waiting. Take the portal.
End up in Brazil.
It was only once she got to the Compound that she began wondering what the status of her security clearance was these days. (And yes, that was the only thing she wondered about.)
[ooc: NFB and for that guy that lives here! First part taken from Scott Pilgrim volume three, which has now wrapped up. Man, this was a long time coming.]