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[bustedred.livejournal.com]

[Technically takes place over here, but posted in the musebox because SCREW RECAPTCHA, MAN]

[Huh. Ferris wheel. ... that's certainly not something that you see on or from a mountain.]

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[bustedred.livejournal.com]

[........h.........hat-san.......]

[passerbygirl.livejournal.com]

[hnnnnnnnnnnnnng what is this feeling so sudden and new



IT MUST BE INDIGESTION. But on a note completely unrelated to how cute this might be, which it is not, Silver grabs that hat and holds it as much out of Red's arms' reach as she can, which is over and behind her head.] Stop that!

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[bustedred.livejournal.com]

[hiding under hat-san hiding under hat-san hiding under hat-san]

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[bustedred.livejournal.com]

[... ... ... !!]

... ... I... ... that's...

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[bustedred.livejournal.com]

[As she looks up to follow the sudden disappearance of her hat, Red catches sight of a strange plant hanging from the ceiling of the car. It's only a glimpse, truth be told. She's much more focused on her hat in the moment of that first sighting. And afterwords...

... ... afterwords, she's much more focused on Silver to fret about some plant hanging in the ceiling.]

[passerbygirl.livejournal.com]

[..................That didn't help.]

What...what are you looking at?

[bustedred.livejournal.com]

..................................................................

You.

[passerbygirl.livejournal.com]

[this is not a doki]

Then stop it.

[bustedred.livejournal.com]

... ... but...

[passerbygirl.livejournal.com]

No buts! [TOSSING HAT-SAN IN YOUR FACE. Maybe you will cover it again!]

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[bustedred.livejournal.com]

[Th... that is no way to treat hat-san!

With great dignity, Red takes her hat and puts it on her head.]

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[bustedred.livejournal.com]

... ... ...

Silver.

[passerbygirl.livejournal.com]

[Glower and crossed arms combo! But it's a pecarious glower. Her face does not want to glower! Her mouth is trying to align itself differently! But through sheer force of will, she maintains a shakey glower.]

What.

[bustedred.livejournal.com]

I... ... don't want to stop. ... ... sorry.

[passerbygirl.livejournal.com]

[hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng stop playin' wit' mah haaaart]

Why should I care what you think? [But she's unable to keep eye contact as she says it. L-looking away.]

[bustedred.livejournal.com]

... ... it's okay. You don't have to.

[passerbygirl.livejournal.com]

Tch. I don't need your permission! [ffffffffffffffffff why is it so hard to keep her distance? But she stubbornly stands there, looking away.]

[bustedred.livejournal.com]

You don't. [f...fighting sudden urge to display affection. she thinks it's via a hair ruffle, BUT WE ALL KNOW HOW THIS IS GOING TO GO...........]

[passerbygirl.livejournal.com]

[Grump grump grump. This standoff might last for a long time.] If you know that, then a--

[And the ferris wheel is noting this stand-off as it comes to an abrupt halt. But Silver is ready for it this time! This time, she keeps to her feet! ...But she pretty much is tapdancing stumbling in Red's direction. There goes that personal space she had built!]