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A Little Unsteady [Closed Log]
Date: February 20th
Characters: Benjiro and Sadie
The quiet sound of the engine cuts completely as Benjiro pulls off the street and up the drive of his great aunts’ house. Rolling up to the door of the storage shed, Benjiro plants his feet on either side of his motorcycle to steady it as he waits for Sadie to dismount from behind him. He follows after, sweeping his foot to pull out the kickstand and lean it to rest momentarily. He reaches up to unlock the strap under his chin, and pulls off his helmet with a shake of his head to free his hair from sticking down after the drive. Helmet under one arm, he walks over to the shed to pull up the door, then rights his bike to walk it inside.
Motorcycle parked for the night, he hangs both his helmet and Sadie’s, and then moves to unstrap their bags from the back rack. As he starts to undo the straps while speaking to her, his words trail off briefly as his eyes fall on the blanketed heap in the back corner left untouched since they visited the mouth of Moss River, “So, for dinner, do you want....um...” He shakes his head and finishes as he picks up the bags, “Sorry. A-anyways, I was thinking noodles.”
Characters: Benjiro and Sadie
The quiet sound of the engine cuts completely as Benjiro pulls off the street and up the drive of his great aunts’ house. Rolling up to the door of the storage shed, Benjiro plants his feet on either side of his motorcycle to steady it as he waits for Sadie to dismount from behind him. He follows after, sweeping his foot to pull out the kickstand and lean it to rest momentarily. He reaches up to unlock the strap under his chin, and pulls off his helmet with a shake of his head to free his hair from sticking down after the drive. Helmet under one arm, he walks over to the shed to pull up the door, then rights his bike to walk it inside.
Motorcycle parked for the night, he hangs both his helmet and Sadie’s, and then moves to unstrap their bags from the back rack. As he starts to undo the straps while speaking to her, his words trail off briefly as his eyes fall on the blanketed heap in the back corner left untouched since they visited the mouth of Moss River, “So, for dinner, do you want....um...” He shakes his head and finishes as he picks up the bags, “Sorry. A-anyways, I was thinking noodles.”
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"You know, if someone had told me even a year ago that this is what life would be like I would have told them that they were insane but...I'm definitely happier now than I was before, and so much of that is because of you. Even with the Numbers, changes, and strangeness, I wouldn't want to be anywhere else but here with you."
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Instead, he looks quietly at her, studying the details of her eyes and face as if they were new, “Sadie...” Despite his failings, one such happening this very day, she wants to be with him. Not merely content, but honestly happy. A warm color paints his cheeks as he brings a hand around to cup her cheek as he struggles for words that barely touch the depth of what hearing that means to him, “...that’s all I could hope for.”
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Between moving, expectations for school, and his distance from most peers, he had every expectation to remain transient. Then, he met Sadie.
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"That makes me so happy to hear. So, so happy."
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Parting their foreheads, he lifts his head to meet her in a light kiss that last for a patient moment, then he lowers his head back down to speak again, “…there is only one thing that could make me happier right now.” Waiting only for any sign of curiosity, he states with a touch of humor, “Falling asleep next to you.”
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“…thank you, Sadie,” he whispers before his eyes close, face nuzzling into her hair. He barely settles before the boy is out like a light.
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