why does blood turn brown when it dries and why do the tears well up in your eyes?

[girlyboywonder]

WHO: phobiopathic and girlyboywonder!
WHERE: outside the MAC and then INTO THE WILD BLUE YONDER
WHEN: Shortly after this.
WARNINGS: none!
SUMMARY: HI TERRY HI I KNOW YOU DON'T REMEMBER ANYTHING BUT DO YOU LIKE ME WHY DON'T YOU LIKE ME YET HI HEY HI TERRY
or something like that
FORMAT: quick!

Comments

[phobiapathic]

[Terry is inside fogging up the windows while he waits because he sort of doesn't have a jacket yet and it's January out there.

He really doesn't know what to do with any of this; all these friends he's never met popping up out of the woodwork and he's nearly 100% sure he's going to ruin all of the lives. Because he's never dramatic at all. Hey, but at least he's not stuck at Camp Hammond anymore.

Either way, he self-consciously straightens when he sees Carrie approach, and then makes a face at himself before tugging the MAC doors open. Hopefully this will only be half as painfully awkward as he's assuming it will be.] ... Hey.

[girlyboywonder]

[ Oh, man. That stupid black and red t-shirt, the entirely-typical 00s haircut... there's a glad smile in place before she can stop it, because she'd really missed him, more than she'd really realized. ...And then she actually notices what she's looking at, and the warmth fades into something a little closer to disbelief. That stupid black and red t-shirt is pretty much the worst winter-wear ever.

She comes to a stop in front of him, just a little closer than the professional distance strangers give each other, and looks up with a frown. ]

You? Are gonna freeze.

[phobiapathic]

[Oh gosh this is weird, he stops himself from leaning back or anything, but he does still make a face at the personal space invasion. He's trying really hard to remember her, like maybe he's just got a case of soap opera amnesia or something, but it's not coming. Just a strange girl who looks happier to see him than he can ever recall anyone else being before.

Sigh. He's the one that got kidnapped here, but he keeps feeling like he just spent the better part of the afternoon stomping on everyone's puppies. That's totally doing wonders for his dramatic teenage guilt complex.

He defensively crosses his uselessly skinny arms, like that'll totally keep him warm outside.]

Why, how far is it?

[girlyboywonder]

[ Even that look. The space-invading look. It's just a tiny bit painful, how familiar it is. It makes her want to grin and inflict a hug on him, but, well. She's better at dealing with people who don't remember her than that, by this point.

So, instead: ] 'Bout 20 minutes by bike. Ten, if we go by air. [ A beat, and... right. A proper introduction would probably be cool. Name's Carrie, by the way. The, uh, actual name.