This wasn’t the plan. The plan was to have a conference with Amelia’s attorney, and then do some more research into how to find lost things
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Mara yawns and stretches, listening to the satisfying pops throughout her body. The backseat of a convertible isn't the most comfortable place to sleep, but it seems the key is to keep a crapload of comforters in your trunk and literally bury the backseat under them.
She growls playfully towards the morning sun and an expert foot tickles Caleb in his mid-section. "Who jammed you into 'on', doc?"
Ah, Mara in the morning. More abrasive than the Brillo brand soap pad.
"If you weren't, I'd be terrified first, grossed out second," she mumbles back. The trick to going back to sleep once you've woken up is not rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Yawn all you like, but never, ever rub your eyes. Mara's already done that; habit, really. She's been trying to break it for years to actually test the theory, but hasn't quite got the knack of it.
She moves her way closer to him, lining his body with hers. The July sun is starting to set warmth across the cool, hidden, green patch they found. She's gotten a sudden appreciation for the old Impala, especially the backseat that was practically made for--
"Hey," she giggles, tapping fingers against his chest. "I propose the plan from here is 'feed Mara'."
He pulls her in closer, planting a kiss on her forehead along the way. “Of course, lasket,” he answers before opening turning his attention towards the towering tree providing the shade.
“Have you ever been to Marseilles?” He turns back to her, gently gliding the tip of his finger up her side, and then around her neck. “There’s this bakery out that way with the most delicious breakfast pastries you can imagine.”
He snickers as the thought crosses his mind. It’s not an issue for him - it never has been - but sometimes he forgets that not everyone is as well traveled as he is. Most people can’t just teleport around the globe at the speed of thought, after all.
It’s an experience he loved to share with people. And not just because it’s impressive, either: For one unaccustomed to the sensation, the act of teleportation can be quite ... invigorating.
And besides, he has the gift. Why not share? “Good food, fun trip....”
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She growls playfully towards the morning sun and an expert foot tickles Caleb in his mid-section. "Who jammed you into 'on', doc?"
Ah, Mara in the morning. More abrasive than the Brillo brand soap pad.
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She moves her way closer to him, lining his body with hers. The July sun is starting to set warmth across the cool, hidden, green patch they found. She's gotten a sudden appreciation for the old Impala, especially the backseat that was practically made for--
"Hey," she giggles, tapping fingers against his chest. "I propose the plan from here is 'feed Mara'."
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“Have you ever been to Marseilles?” He turns back to her, gently gliding the tip of his finger up her side, and then around her neck. “There’s this bakery out that way with the most delicious breakfast pastries you can imagine.”
He snickers as the thought crosses his mind. It’s not an issue for him - it never has been - but sometimes he forgets that not everyone is as well traveled as he is. Most people can’t just teleport around the globe at the speed of thought, after all.
It’s an experience he loved to share with people. And not just because it’s impressive, either: For one unaccustomed to the sensation, the act of teleportation can be quite ... invigorating.
And besides, he has the gift. Why not share? “Good food, fun trip....”
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