Ringo hadn't actually walked to the warehouse district in, well, almost since she'd first arrived on the island. It was a sort of AirTrek playground for her, so she always rode out. But today she wasn't alone, so she'd walked
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Hey, these were some funky shoes, but they were still shoes, right? -- Don't worry, Ringo; Dante was at present way too busy trying to figure out the actual ATs now that his boots were off.
He'd put them on once before, then forgot about them. And okay, it wasn't hard, but it was complicated enough that it took all of his focus.
While he sat perch-sprawled on a dumpster, of course. This was still Dante we were talking about.
"Need a hand?" Ringo asked as she finished securing hers and stood up, body automatically shifting from one foot to the other to make sure that they were comfortable.
She didn't even sound snarky as she offered. Because AirTrek was serious business!
Ringo snorted. "Well, that's a good start." With a soft whine, she let her wheels take her over to Dante's dumpster. "Probably want to get your feet under you, though. You know, to make sure."
"Well, look what we have here," Kathy said, leaning over a warehouse rooftop to grin down at Ringo and Dante. She was at an angle that would have spelled disaster for almost anybody else, but Kathy was fine, casual and relaxed with no sign of toppling over. "Is this an AT party and I wasn't invited? I'm hurt, Ringo, I really am!"
Ringo rolled her eyes. Hopefully she did it hard enough for Kathy to see from the roof. "Well, you certainly weren't doing anything to get Dante properly up to speed, so I had to take things into my own hands."
Yeah. That was totally what was going on.
Really, Kathy. All the time you spent with Dante, you would have thought you could have taught him how to appreciate AirTrek properly. What? Did you have something more interesting to do?
And Kathy was turning pink and shooting Dante looks for equally obscure reasons.
"I figured you'd get offended if I taught Dante how to use his ATs better than you could," she said, flipping down from the root to join them on the ground, bouncing between two other warehouses on the way down. "I know how competitive you are, Ringo."
Reaching into her backpack, she fished out her own pair of ATs and sat down to pull them on. "Let me guess, though. He got used to them in a disgustingly short amount of time?"
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He'd put them on once before, then forgot about them. And okay, it wasn't hard, but it was complicated enough that it took all of his focus.
While he sat perch-sprawled on a dumpster, of course. This was still Dante we were talking about.
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She didn't even sound snarky as she offered. Because AirTrek was serious business!
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Yeah. That was totally what was going on.
Really, Kathy. All the time you spent with Dante, you would have thought you could have taught him how to appreciate AirTrek properly. What? Did you have something more interesting to do?
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"Aw, you know you're always invited," he called up. "Just got to get your ass out the door first!"
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"I figured you'd get offended if I taught Dante how to use his ATs better than you could," she said, flipping down from the root to join them on the ground, bouncing between two other warehouses on the way down. "I know how competitive you are, Ringo."
Reaching into her backpack, she fished out her own pair of ATs and sat down to pull them on. "Let me guess, though. He got used to them in a disgustingly short amount of time?"
YOU WERE TOTALLY OP, DANTE. TOTALLY.
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