thoughtformed | text messages.

TO: Davesprite
SUBJ: Hehe. I'll try to smile more.

[ INSERT LOCATION HERE THAT ISN'T TOO FAR, SOMEWHERE DOWNTOWN OR SMTH ]

It's okay if you're busy, though...

TO: xion
SUBJ: ok sweet

nah man
youre saving me from counting pizza boxes again so ill be there

Edited 2013-06-02 14:31 (UTC)

[ She texts him back a confirmation - "okay, see you soon!" - and goes to fetch what she needs. Hopefully he won't beat her to it... does he have weird time powers like Dave?

Well, at least she's done pretty quickly, and turns up at the agreed place with a plastic bag in one hand, looking a little pleased with herself. ]

[ No timey-wimey powers here, so he arrives at the meeting spot a few minutes after she did. Hands in his pockets, with an orange set of headphones around his neck. You can hear the hum of music he's been listening to, but it all stops once he bridges the gap between him and Xion.

He nods his head in greeting. ]

Sup.

Davesprite! [ She waves to him and smiles, though there's something still a little wan about it. She's not totally over the topic of their earlier discussion - or rather, she's not over it pretty much at all - but she's trying to be a little more upbeat anyway.

Xion holds the bag in front of her and tilts her head, looking at his headphones and wondering a little at them. They're kind of cute.

Anyway! ] Um, thank you for meeting me! I wanted to share something with you.

[ She reaches into the little bag and pulls out a bar of sea salt ice cream, wrapped in plastic (like the one on the right), and holds it out to him. ]

Have you ever tried sea salt ice cream before?

[ Whether he noticed it or not, he isn't saying anything about it. He's way more focused on what Xion's holding, eyebrow raised and everything. ]

Nah, never tried it. Or I prolly did and I just forgot.

[ He lifts his shoulders up and down in a half-shrug. Tilts his head. ]

What's it like?

It took me a while to find it here! I wasn't sure they had any... and then I found one store that did! I was so happy.

[ She takes the other bar out of the bag and then tucks the bag into her pocket - a little haphazardly, so half of it poofs out. She unwraps her bar with a noticeably nostalgic smile. ]

It's sweet... but a little salty, too. It's really good! It was my favorite back home. Every day after work, my best friends and I would sit together and have some. It was a little something extra. [ A sad smile plays about her lips, her eyes far away until she focuses and looks up at him, expression cheering a little. ] I wanted you to try it, too.

[ He watches her while she explains what it is, focus shifting for a second to look at the bar in his hand before looking back at her. There's no way he misses the sad smile on her face, but he's way too caught up in this weird, fuzzy feeling to really make note of that.

It looks good. And hey, she also said it's good, so. He's just about to unwrap it when a thought hits him— ]

... You don't wanna save it for that friend of yours?

[ She blinks at him, seemingly taken back by his question. ]

No.

[ A beat, and she blinks. ]

I mean... of course part of me wants to have ice cream with him again, but... [ Xion trails off, obviously struggling hugely with her emotions and how to phrase what she wants to say. ] ... well ... there's more where this came from. And you're my friend too, Davesprite. You're important to me. It's okay. [ Getting a grip on her emotions once more, she smiles at him, tapping his still-wrapped ice cream bar with her own. ] I want to share it with you! That's what friends do, right?

[ Now it's his turn to be surprised.

Xion is saying all sorts of crazy things. Well, at least they all seemed crazy to him. He's rendered speechless for a while, unsure of what to do, really, besides looking at the ice cream bar still in his hand.

After a while, though, he finally manages to produce a simply reply: ]

... Yeah. Guess so.

[ It's the best he can offer right now; here's hoping she doesn't mind. (And it's mostly because his brain is still trying to comprehend the whole being called a friend part, yep. He's a loser.) ]

Thanks.

[ Okok. Now he can unwrap this thing and wait for her to start before digging in himself yes. ]

[ She's okay with it. He's being a little quiet, and she's curious about it, but she won't push. She's still feeling a little raw herself, so companionable silence is okay, too. ]

You're welcome.

[ Hehe. She'll bite into her bar and start them walking. She doesn't have a destination in mind; she just wants to walk. But she is watching him to see how he reacts to it. After he's started on his bar: ]

What do you think?

[ Sorry about him, Xion. And he's even thankful for the added distraction of them walking. Not that he has any idea of where they're even going, but at least he doesn't have to explain why the heck he's all quiet and junk.

He licks the ice cream bar curiously, trying to see whether he likes it or not. It's not a bad taste. Weird, but he doesn't hate it. He even takes a big bite the next time he goes near it. ]

S'pretty good. I can see why it's your favorite, yeah. [ Nods his head, then he glances at her. ] Where are we headed anyway?

[ She instantly smiles when he takes a big bite out of it. And can't keep herself from beaming when he gives it his seal of approval, straight-faced though it may be. ]

I'm so glad you like it! [ beam, beam. ] Anyway, um... I dunno! I just wanted to walk. [ She tips her head back and looks at the sky. ] It's a pretty nice day... maybe we can find somewhere to sit. Maybe it could be our spot! Something only you and I share. [ She grins at him, a touch mischievous. ]

[ He was just about to take another big bite (mostly because he wants to see how long it'll take before he gets a brain freeze, the dumb loser) when Xion says something that catches his attention entirely. Glancing to her, he'd look almost confused if it wasn't for the fact that his eyes are hidden by his shades. ]

You already want to find a secret spot? [ The way he asks that is like he finds something wrong with it, but that isn't really the case. He's more caught off guard, than anything. ] Yeah, okay. What kind of spots do you like?

There are hella lot of places with trees and shit. I think there's a playground somewhere. Uh. Yeah, New Moore's got a bunch.

A playground? [ Looks at him curiously. ] What's that?

[ Yes. That is a real question. ]

You're tellin' me you've never been to a playground.

[ WHAT IS THIS. He is in complete disbelief!!!! ]

No! Are they fun? [ a little surprised by his disbelief ]

I don't really envy the life you had.

[ Okay, at least this puts a destination in mind. Does New Moore even have playgrounds too bad it totally does now. And they're headed there.

A little later on, they both can probably see slides. And some swing sets. Yeah. ]

That's a playground. Up ahead. And I guess it depends on you whether it's fun or not. S'like a preference thing.

[ well. At least the walk over gave her time to finish her ice cream. She puts the stick in her pocket, which might be a little strange, but maybe they can get to that later. Her face lights up with curiosity and wonder when the playground comes into view, and without warning she trots ahead.

Once she gets to the entrance, she stops, waiting for him. ]

Wow... what's it for? Is it really just to play on? That's so weird... [ where does she even start ... though the swing set catches her eye ]

[ He's a slowpoke when it comes to new things to eat, so even by the time they get to the playground, he's still eating his. But once he notices that she's done with hers, he. Starts to devour it, hoping he won't get brain freeze in the process.

Seconds later, and his head doesn't want to kill itself. Success.

He stops just a few steps away from her, mostly because the stick poking out of her pocket caught his eye. Reaching over, he casually pilfers it without even thinking about how weird that is, and tosses it at a nearby trash bin with his stick. ]

Wouldn't want to get ice cream stains in your pocket.

[ Is his only explanation. ]

But yeah, basically. Kids go apeshit for this place, thinking it'd be fun and all 'cause holy shit there's a slide and monkey bars. But what they don't know is sometimes this place can turn into a battleground.

[ He doesn't elaborate any more on that, just leads the way to the swing set since he's seen her eyeing it. He's motioning for her to sit down. ]

Come on, I'll push you or something.

No, w--

[ She sputters in some small alarm when he takes the stick from her pocket, then goes curiously silent. But she casts looks over her shoulder towards the trash bin as she follows him over towards the swings.

It takes her a moment to come back to the present, when she realizes he's indicating the swing and-- ]

Push me? [ She clasps her hands in front of her chest, looking between him and the swing, then reaches out to grip the chains instead and turns her body, popping herself up into the seat. She's short enough - and the swing held high enough - that her feet don't touch the ground once she's settled, and she kicks her legs like a kid. ] Why do you have to push me? What's this for?

[ Did he unknowingly do something stupid without realizing it? The chances of that are highly likely.

But, right now, that ain't even on his mind. Right now, he has to show a girl how to ride the swing. (In another context, this would sound so wrong. Hah.) He watches her as she positions herself, and then he slowly reaches for the chains to keep her steady. ]

You'll see.

[ He settles his hands on her back, and pushes once. It's not a hard push, just enough so she gets the idea of how this works. And then he does it again, and again. ]

[ His hands are warm on her back.

And she's startled for a moment, about to look behind her to see what he's up to, and then he pushes.

She lets out a little yelp of surprise, then giggles as he keeps pushing her and she swings higher. She figures out pretty quickly what she's supposed to do with her legs - the rhythm is intuitive, and pretty soon she's kicking them in time like a pro.

And she's laughing. Loud and joyously and like she's never had this much fun in her entire life.

Eventually she'll get some real momentum going, and won't need his help anymore. And once that happens: ]

What'll happen if I jump?! [ She's grinning fiercely, fearless and excited. ]

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