Near Galactica Point, Saturday Afternoon
If Atton was at all honest with himself, the reason they were here was because he couldn't deal with being alone with her for much longer. Sure, sometimes, he'd allowed himself to dream - to picture what would happen if he saw her again - but now that Meetra was here in the flesh, every scrap of inadequacy he'd felt that kept him from doing anything the first time had come rushing back in.
So they'd gone outside, and he'd gotten the two of them some soft serve to go.
They'd walked through the park and wound up here, by the water, the wind blowing in their hair. It was pretty out here, and Meetra seemed to agree, the way she was staring over the walls out at that wide plane of water.
Atton? Atton was a little busy with that ice cream. He didn't actually like soft serve, had only gotten it to obscure the weird mixture of feelings he was currently having, and now he was stuck with a drippy mess that would only get more drippy if he didn't eat the damned thing.
At least he'd graduated from flinging pizza around.
"It's nice," Meetra said quietly.
"Yep," Atton said, and focused on the sticky feeling the ice cream was leaving behind.
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So they'd gone outside, and he'd gotten the two of them some soft serve to go.
They'd walked through the park and wound up here, by the water, the wind blowing in their hair. It was pretty out here, and Meetra seemed to agree, the way she was staring over the walls out at that wide plane of water.
Atton? Atton was a little busy with that ice cream. He didn't actually like soft serve, had only gotten it to obscure the weird mixture of feelings he was currently having, and now he was stuck with a drippy mess that would only get more drippy if he didn't eat the damned thing.
At least he'd graduated from flinging pizza around.
"It's nice," Meetra said quietly.
"Yep," Atton said, and focused on the sticky feeling the ice cream was leaving behind.
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