[ it happens outside of the motel. maybe in the graveyard, maybe at the library, or maybe at the diner—because Basilisk still does not have a kitchen, but a tiefling has to eat. wherever it is, there they are.
it's a moment much like a handful of other moments before it. a glimpse of blonde hair twigs in her peripheral and the realization—it's him—hits her like an adrenaline shot. her blood runs cold, her stomach seizes. she feels abruptly even sicker than usual.
and she can't keep taking it.
this time, she forces some kind of mental override in her brain, makes herself move closer instead of ducking away. near enough that he'll be able to hear her murmur, ] ...Can we talk?
day... mumbles... 88, I CAN'T WAIT ANYMORE
it's a moment much like a handful of other moments before it. a glimpse of blonde hair twigs in her peripheral and the realization—it's him—hits her like an adrenaline shot. her blood runs cold, her stomach seizes. she feels abruptly even sicker than usual.
and she can't keep taking it.
this time, she forces some kind of mental override in her brain, makes herself move closer instead of ducking away. near enough that he'll be able to hear her murmur, ] ...Can we talk?