fandomhigh | BWI Airport, Portalocity Lounge, Saturday Morning

So everyone else had, like, dramatic backstories and reasons to show up here and stuff. Which was fine, you know, if you were emotionally in the zone enough to go to those kinda lengths. Denise had just been, you know, chilling with her dad last night watching some hockey guys really pound in on each other - no, seriously, really get into it. One of them broke a rib or something, which was kinda cool.

Then she'd been dropped off at the airport, gotten a ticket stuffed into her hands, and that was that. No reason to get all dramatic and touchy-feely about it.

And now it was Saturday morning and she was on the airport. Sitting around. Chugging water and listening to her discman while watching the kids down the hall, trying to figure out how they were gonna croak. Sure, there was some kind of shuttle supposed to show up, but it wasn't there yet. A girl had to keep herself busy.

She figured the dweebs starting to mill around the terminal were probably classmates or something. Lame.

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Terribly new.

Letting his gaze slip away from her and then back again, he nodded. They could take their time getting used to it, though.

Away from the prying eyes of the council.

"But not bad, I hope," she added.

At the moment, the council could go take a flying leap off the edge of the city, as far as she was concerned.

Never bad. Never.

Even if they were in a strange place, surrounded by odd little people... as long as she was by his side, it was alright.

Medusalith squeezed his arm a little tighter and said, "I'm not planning on going anywhere. At least until this 'shuttle' gets here."

Even if it would have been so much faster to let Lockjaw transport them there... Blackagar shrugged his other shoulder, not pulling away from her in the slightest.

Hopefully he found something to chew on in the meantime.

"Yes, but I believe this is...expected of us." Medusalith didn't think they had anything to worry about on that front. Lockjaw would always find something to chew on. She just hoped it was something it was permissible for him to chew on. "Besides," she said lightly, "perhaps we will make friends." With the humans. Yes.

As opposed to, say, luggage.

He shot her another amused look. Well, perhaps. If they weren't too uncivilized...

As long as it wasn't her luggage he could chew on it all day. Wait. That was probably not a good thing to think.

Medusalith shot him a look back that suggested that if they weren't supposed to be playing human she would remind him that they were civilized when these people were living in caves. "Quite. Shall we...mingle?"

Blackagar bowed, gesturing for her to mingle as she liked. It was a bit harder for him unless she played translator.

They needed to work that bit out still.

Yes, that was going to be tricky. She shot him a somewhat anxious look of, 'if you need me, just...wave,' but didn't dare suggest he wouldn't be able to handle himself. "I'll just...yes. Mingle." Close by.

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