Liam Kincaid (
firstofitskind) wrote2020-04-29 12:05 pm
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A Traveling Carnival Currently Set Up Somewhere In Virginia, Wednesday Afternoon
The other day, Liam had offhandedly mentioned to Verity that he'd tried funnel cake, and been unimpressed with it. He had not been prepared for the outraged grumbling that had followed that pronouncement. Or the vaguely ominous declaration that this needed to be 'fixed'.
Come Wednesday afternoon, she'd told him that they had a portal booked to the mainland and to bring cash. Actual physical cash, not just a credit card. Curious, he'd pressed her for details, but all she'd say was just "You'll see when we get there."
'There' was apparently a traveling carnival, complete with rides, midway games... and, of course, food stands.
"Is this the one you threatened to ground Hayley from for the summer?" he asked, curious.
[ooc: for the wife!]
Come Wednesday afternoon, she'd told him that they had a portal booked to the mainland and to bring cash. Actual physical cash, not just a credit card. Curious, he'd pressed her for details, but all she'd say was just "You'll see when we get there."
'There' was apparently a traveling carnival, complete with rides, midway games... and, of course, food stands.
"Is this the one you threatened to ground Hayley from for the summer?" he asked, curious.
[ooc: for the wife!]
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This particular ride wasn’t too bad so far, he thought to himself. You know, while it was still in the picking up speed stage.
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She let go of the safety bar, throwing her hands up into the air as the ride flung them hither and yon.
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Also not actually news to him, he just felt like pointing it out.
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It was a good thing the music on this ride was pretty loud; the rest of the people on the ride probably didn't need to hear this conversation.
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The ride whipped the other way, flinging Verity at him. "Well," she said, squished against his side. "Fancy meeting you here."
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"How do I know that's an actual rule and not one you made up just now?" he demanded.
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Which was normally when he'd lean in to kiss her, but... not happening when they were being whipped back and forth by the ride.
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"I mean, when have I ever led you wrong?" she said, leaning her head against his chest, even as they were getting flung around.
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