Able to recognize the outward channeling of her nervous energy, his voice is that much softer and slower in cadence to contrast with an easier tempo as he slips the facemask in place to venture out into public while she pulls on her boots, “That’s a fair point. Still, we might outlast the rain today.” They could spend the whole day out there if they took a break to retrieve another meal later. Future picnics are also a viable option.
Kissed on the cheek, Benjiro is smiling as they head out into the light drizzle to ride his motorcycle to the chosen bakery. The warm shop invites them in with smells of temptation and sweetness, and he opens the cooler after they pay for the selected spread to seal it away until they can create a safe space to eat. Meal bought and stored, he follows her out hand in hand towards the meeting across the boundary. Benjiro gives her hand a prolonged but gentle squeeze in turn, “Yeah.”
Cooler loaded to the bike and both of them seated, he drives towards their selected destination. Thoughts humming as fast as his bike, he keeps his focus on the drive through the slick streets out onto the roadways that will lead to a secluded place for the date. Mind on the practical, the rain on his helmet wards off the whispers from those remaining butterflies. Despite a long night awake, he still does not know how he might speak to Sadie once she is free of the Numbers. Soon enough, he slows down to turn off road.
Benjiro drives to the place he had gone to previously to cross the boundary alone. He still remembers the point at which he changed, having identified then a number of visual markers from stone and tree to create a mental representation of the invisible demarcation between the strange and the normal. Not far from the shoreline, the sounds of the waves are too faint for him to hear until he comes to a stop. A hand lent to Sadie to help her off to her feet, he dismounts and parks the bike under a tree with helmet and mask removed. There, he unloads the parts he needs to construct a cover.
As he begins to follow the schematics in his head, he glances to Sadie as he speaks to her in review, “It should only take me a few minutes to put this together, then I’ll set it across the boundary so we can lay out everything from this side. Then...well, one of us has to go out,” and he admits with a nervous tone creeping into his voice, “I honestly don’t know which of us should go first.”
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Kissed on the cheek, Benjiro is smiling as they head out into the light drizzle to ride his motorcycle to the chosen bakery. The warm shop invites them in with smells of temptation and sweetness, and he opens the cooler after they pay for the selected spread to seal it away until they can create a safe space to eat. Meal bought and stored, he follows her out hand in hand towards the meeting across the boundary. Benjiro gives her hand a prolonged but gentle squeeze in turn, “Yeah.”
Cooler loaded to the bike and both of them seated, he drives towards their selected destination. Thoughts humming as fast as his bike, he keeps his focus on the drive through the slick streets out onto the roadways that will lead to a secluded place for the date. Mind on the practical, the rain on his helmet wards off the whispers from those remaining butterflies. Despite a long night awake, he still does not know how he might speak to Sadie once she is free of the Numbers. Soon enough, he slows down to turn off road.
Benjiro drives to the place he had gone to previously to cross the boundary alone. He still remembers the point at which he changed, having identified then a number of visual markers from stone and tree to create a mental representation of the invisible demarcation between the strange and the normal. Not far from the shoreline, the sounds of the waves are too faint for him to hear until he comes to a stop. A hand lent to Sadie to help her off to her feet, he dismounts and parks the bike under a tree with helmet and mask removed. There, he unloads the parts he needs to construct a cover.
As he begins to follow the schematics in his head, he glances to Sadie as he speaks to her in review, “It should only take me a few minutes to put this together, then I’ll set it across the boundary so we can lay out everything from this side. Then...well, one of us has to go out,” and he admits with a nervous tone creeping into his voice, “I honestly don’t know which of us should go first.”