Maybe you're not the car, then! Maybe I wrote it about some other meanie from another planet!
[ Take that!!! Really, though, she had to change "him" into a car, because imagining the real him flying around in his vehicle mode was somehow way too fantastical to work. How could he get off the ground? They'd never get anywhere!
She would like to get inside of him, however. Again, non-sexually! Her experience with vehicles is nonexistent, and at least this is one she wouldn't have to break into to get the experience. They wouldn't have to move at all. Just talking into the wee hours of the morning would be nice, maybe until she falls asleep. But if they really wanted a joyride experience, even a few loops around the parking garage would be fun. Maybe he'll even let her pretend to drive! Because if he can't drive himself, they're liable to destroy a lot of cars. That'd make the experience even more memorable!
Smiling to herself, she peeks over at his slumbering body. Someday. ]
I'll always write about you. That way, you'll stay close to my heart.
[ Wh-Whoa, that wasn't something she meant to let slip! It's platonic closeness! Totally platonic! So, anyway, war and stuff. Good topic. Ahem. ]
Ah. Yeah! That makes a lot of sense. I mean, it sucks a lot. [ She sighs a little. ] To be living, but not really living for yourself...
[ There's a hesitation, then she reaches up to stroke one of his flushed cheeks to give him some comfort. To think she'd have nothing but thoughts of how cute he is running through her mind. That, and how happy it makes her to hear these things. ]
It's no problem. And, gosh...who knew my silly little poem would get you to open up like this? I definitely think that's earned you another reading. I may have to charge you for the next one, though~
[ Her gaze returns to her notebook as she settles back against him. ] I'll take a picture and send it to you. Or I can write a copy on some cute stationery. I'll make sure you have it whenever you want.
[ She takes one of his hands, running her fingers over his knuckles as she reads. Her tone's softer, like she's changed the tune from a silly song to a quiet ballad. Their whimsical journey has become something more. Something...sweeter. ]
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[ Take that!!! Really, though, she had to change "him" into a car, because imagining the real him flying around in his vehicle mode was somehow way too fantastical to work. How could he get off the ground? They'd never get anywhere!
She would like to get inside of him, however. Again, non-sexually! Her experience with vehicles is nonexistent, and at least this is one she wouldn't have to break into to get the experience. They wouldn't have to move at all. Just talking into the wee hours of the morning would be nice, maybe until she falls asleep. But if they really wanted a joyride experience, even a few loops around the parking garage would be fun. Maybe he'll even let her pretend to drive! Because if he can't drive himself, they're liable to destroy a lot of cars. That'd make the experience even more memorable!
Smiling to herself, she peeks over at his slumbering body. Someday. ]
I'll always write about you. That way, you'll stay close to my heart.
[ Wh-Whoa, that wasn't something she meant to let slip! It's platonic closeness! Totally platonic! So, anyway, war and stuff. Good topic. Ahem. ]
Ah. Yeah! That makes a lot of sense. I mean, it sucks a lot. [ She sighs a little. ] To be living, but not really living for yourself...
[ There's a hesitation, then she reaches up to stroke one of his flushed cheeks to give him some comfort. To think she'd have nothing but thoughts of how cute he is running through her mind. That, and how happy it makes her to hear these things. ]
It's no problem. And, gosh...who knew my silly little poem would get you to open up like this? I definitely think that's earned you another reading. I may have to charge you for the next one, though~
[ Her gaze returns to her notebook as she settles back against him. ] I'll take a picture and send it to you. Or I can write a copy on some cute stationery. I'll make sure you have it whenever you want.
[ She takes one of his hands, running her fingers over his knuckles as she reads. Her tone's softer, like she's changed the tune from a silly song to a quiet ballad. Their whimsical journey has become something more. Something...sweeter. ]