A large motorbike roars its way through the streets of the Supercomputer. Driving it is a Game sprite, with her brother-in-law seated behind her, his arms wrapped around her torso.
Funny how you can enjoy a situation so much and still wish you didn't have to deal with it. Enzo keeps his arms firmly around her lower torso, even though that's physically awkward, and hopes he's not blushing too hard, and tries not to feel guilty about enjoying the ride.
If AndrAIa notices the blushing, she dosen't say anything about it. Instead, she makes her way through traffic, enventually pulling into the parking lot of a diner.
"This the place?" she asks as she cuts the engine off.
They cross the parking lot in realitive silence, and upon arriving at the door, she shoulders it open, holding it for the younger sprite as she steps inside. She surveys the interior, nodding her approval.
Enzo scans the room. There are already some cadets here, it being a popular off-campus hangout; a few wave to him. AndrAIa is the recipient of a number of appreciative looks from the clientèle; two of the older cadets, recalling her manner from her prior visit, wolf-whistle cheerfully.
She's also being stared at, Enzo notices, by a familiar group of youths in leather jackets. He grins as the dun-coloured boy's jaw drops. One of the binomes in the group starts to whistle as well, but stops when Johnny elbows him hard.
"Over there," he says, pointing to a couple of stools at the bar, which, while not so close to the Worms' booth as to make an encounter likely, are perfectly positioned to give them an excellent view.
The whistling cadets get a amused smile for their troubles, and she waggles her fingers at them in greeting as she seats herself on the stool next to Enzo, leaning forward to rest her elbows on the counter as she looks over the menu.
Any sort of reply in the Game sprite's part is halted my the arrival of their meal; her attention turns to the large burger and energy shake set in front of her, and she digs in with travel induced enthusiasm.
The massive burger disapears with suprising speed and cleanliness, completely gone before Enzo's even halfway through his chili dog.
Years of survival instinct has her a little unnerved with her back to the open diner, in compensation, she listens to the various sounds and conversations within the diner as she sips on her energy shake.
Enzo nods emphatically while he chews and swallows.
"It was great! We explored, and we saw a real desert, and Bumblebee took us riding, and I gave her more swimming lessons..."
His grin turns ever so slightly inappropriate at this last one. He's back to his old, digital, non-hormonal self, but he can remember how it felt. 'Swimming' consisted largely of mutual ogling.
"Yeah, I know. It was kinda weird." He lowers his voice to a whisper. "Users are... they get... theystartpubertyearlier." He looks sheepish and ducks his head between his shoulders.
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Date: 2008-12-03 11:36 pm (UTC)He's really glad he's not organic right now.
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Date: 2008-12-03 11:50 pm (UTC)"This the place?" she asks as she cuts the engine off.
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Date: 2008-12-04 12:32 am (UTC)Enzo reluctantly/relievedly lets go of AndrAIa and hops down.
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Date: 2008-12-04 12:35 am (UTC)"I'm sure it is."
They cross the parking lot in realitive silence, and upon arriving at the door, she shoulders it open, holding it for the younger sprite as she steps inside. She surveys the interior, nodding her approval.
"Where do you want to sit?"
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Date: 2008-12-04 12:49 am (UTC)She's also being stared at, Enzo notices, by a familiar group of youths in leather jackets. He grins as the dun-coloured boy's jaw drops. One of the binomes in the group starts to whistle as well, but stops when Johnny elbows him hard.
"Over there," he says, pointing to a couple of stools at the bar, which, while not so close to the Worms' booth as to make an encounter likely, are perfectly positioned to give them an excellent view.
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Date: 2008-12-04 03:48 am (UTC)"So what's good here, Sprout?"
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Date: 2008-12-04 04:44 am (UTC)"The energy shakes're great. The rest of it's, y'know, diner food. I like the chili links."
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Date: 2008-12-04 05:04 am (UTC)"Looking forward to starting up classes again?"
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Date: 2008-12-04 05:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-04 05:21 am (UTC)"I expect you're a little ahead of most the others in your grade when it comes to the Games."
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Date: 2008-12-04 05:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-04 06:59 am (UTC)"I suppose we did alright then, showing you the ropes."
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Date: 2008-12-04 07:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-04 07:05 am (UTC)"Well, I don't think any of them get to help out fighting in them when they're home for break either."
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Date: 2008-12-04 07:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-04 07:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-04 07:32 am (UTC)The mun considers an unfortunate joke about camel humps, but thinks better of it.no subject
Date: 2008-12-04 05:42 pm (UTC)"Honestly, neither do I."
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Date: 2008-12-04 05:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-04 05:53 pm (UTC)Years of survival instinct has her a little unnerved with her back to the open diner, in compensation, she listens to the various sounds and conversations within the diner as she sips on her energy shake.
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Date: 2008-12-04 06:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-04 06:31 pm (UTC)"So did you have fun visiting with Dani?"
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Date: 2008-12-04 06:56 pm (UTC)"It was great! We explored, and we saw a real desert, and Bumblebee took us riding, and I gave her more swimming lessons..."
His grin turns ever so slightly inappropriate at this last one. He's back to his old, digital, non-hormonal self, but he can remember how it felt. 'Swimming' consisted largely of mutual ogling.
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Date: 2008-12-04 07:06 pm (UTC)"Carefull there loverboy. Don't let Dot see you thinking those thoughts."
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Date: 2008-12-04 07:13 pm (UTC)"Yeah, I know. It was kinda weird." He lowers his voice to a whisper. "Users are... they get... theystartpubertyearlier." He looks sheepish and ducks his head between his shoulders.