Fletcher, who is on his way back to the Kashtta after an outing for some sushi, stops a few feet in front of the girl. He really hopes she's not new new, because he doesn't want to be the one to explain the whole rift-thing, but he can't just walk past without helping.
"I don't suppose you'd mind gettin' outta the street before someone runs you over, aye?"
Phoebe startles in place, lifting her head to gaze up at him.
"Hi," she breathes out, and he seems familiar but she can't place from where. It's possible anyone would look familiar to her now, and she can't determine if it's yearning or her just being misplaced. She starts to walk, feet dragging on the pavement, and she places a hand on her stomach. "Sorry 'bout that, I was just... not here a moment ago."
Wrinkling her nose. "Stupid Rifts. Can you--can you tell me the date?"
"Aw, fluck," she says under her breath. Yes, fluck. 2011. That was a whole year she was gone. Or at least, it was a year for her. This is so confusing.
"Oh, hey! I remember you. You're the guy that saw my underwear."
That's probably not the best way to introduce yourself, Phoebe.
Fletcher, who is on his way back to the Kashtta after an outing for some sushi, stops a few feet in front of the girl. He really hopes she's not new new, because he doesn't want to be the one to explain the whole rift-thing, but he can't just walk past without helping.
"I don't suppose you'd mind gettin' outta the street before someone runs you over, aye?"
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"Hi," she breathes out, and he seems familiar but she can't place from where. It's possible anyone would look familiar to her now, and she can't determine if it's yearning or her just being misplaced. She starts to walk, feet dragging on the pavement, and she places a hand on her stomach. "Sorry 'bout that, I was just... not here a moment ago."
Wrinkling her nose. "Stupid Rifts. Can you--can you tell me the date?"
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"June fourteenth," he says, taking a few steps toward her to make sure she's not off-balance. "2011. You're in Chicago, and my name's Fletcher."
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"Oh, hey! I remember you. You're the guy that saw my underwear."
That's probably not the best way to introduce yourself, Phoebe.
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"Excuse me?"
No, definitely not the best way. At least Fletcher's not the type to blush?
(Also, there may be some internal high-fiving.
This is a different Fletcher, but it's still Fletcher.)
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And doesn't know it wasn't you, you.
"Oh, come on!" Phoebe said, placing one hand on her hip.
She's forgotten her current predicament.
"The cute polka dots all over the boy short? Dude, I'm totally memorable."
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He is sad about this too, Phoebe.
"I came through a Rift a couple'a weeks ago."
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IS EVERYTHING GOING TO BE DIFFERENT FROM NOW ON?
She hopes wherever the other Fletcher is, he's okay.
"So you're Fletcher 2.0. That's cool! You did not see my knickers, then. But you still have the cool accent, so it looks uphill from here."
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It's just a suggestion, really. Look at his innocent face, Phoebe!
Fletcher is so glad this conversation didn't turn out the way he expected it would.
Though he's now kind of expecting some pain in his immediate future.
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