[Kate had settled into the library and was dragging a card ladden with books of poetry. She wanted to write her own lyrics and was in search of inspiration. She had gathered author names from some of the other passengers, and today was the day she had resigned to sit down and delve through some of them
(
Read more... )
And the pile is getting kind of big.
But no bother! Zeke can handle it. See, he's carrying them just fine. Until his bad leg decides to be a douche and he trips. Which sends the pile of books toppling over and him sprawled on the floor]
Fuck.
Reply
What was that? Is someone hurt? Is everything alright?
[She saw the man on the floor amongst the scattered books, and she dashes over to him.]
Are you ... Zeke? What are you doing carrying all of those ... oh, let me help you up ...
Reply
Zeke pulls himself up into a sitting position and chuckles]
Nah, nah, I'm alright. S'no need for that.
Reply
[She keeps her hands out, offered for him to help him up. She never asked him about his limp, but she had made note of it.]
Reply
[Zeke snorts and grins in amusement before grabbing onto Kate's hand and pulling himself up]
Reply
Yeah? Am I using the word right? When a man tries to pretend he's not hurt so he appears more manly?
[She looked disturbed that she misused some slang. That's why she didn't try to use it more.]
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment