[ And true to her word, it doesn't take long for Eleven to arrive - she comes running, and only slowly down once she spots Peter and realizes he can see her.
Doing her best not to show how much she was hurrying, she shuffles on her feet for a moment or two, catch her breath and then moving over at a walk that's just a little too fast to be entirely casual.
[ he hadn't planned on eating her share — in fact, he's barely touched his, having made a point not to bother actually getting ice cream before eleven confirmed she was going to show.
he sits cross-legged, an ice cream in a hand apiece waiting for her to approach. he catches sight of her hurrying towards him, then slowing; and he pretends not to have seen the former — although the way the corners of his lips quirk up into an amused smile do a poor job at reinforcing the fact.
he mms at the question, attention shifting from eleven to one of the ice creams in his hand— ]
—I was going to give you two more minutes. Then all bets were off.
[ She gives him a pointed look that absolutely belies her enthusiasm, if the way she looks from him to the ice cream and back again is any indication. ]
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savingthrows) wrote2019-07-31 01:14 am
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Uh huh.
I don't know, depends on how long you take, you know? I have got a pretty big appetite.
1/2
2/2
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Best you get a move on, huh?
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[ And true to her word, it doesn't take long for Eleven to arrive - she comes running, and only slowly down once she spots Peter and realizes he can see her.
Doing her best not to show how much she was hurrying, she shuffles on her feet for a moment or two, catch her breath and then moving over at a walk that's just a little too fast to be entirely casual.
Her brown eyes are maybe slightly wary. ]
Did you... eat it?
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he sits cross-legged, an ice cream in a hand apiece waiting for her to approach. he catches sight of her hurrying towards him, then slowing; and he pretends not to have seen the former — although the way the corners of his lips quirk up into an amused smile do a poor job at reinforcing the fact.
he mms at the question, attention shifting from eleven to one of the ice creams in his hand— ]
—I was going to give you two more minutes. Then all bets were off.
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[ She gives him a pointed look that absolutely belies her enthusiasm, if the way she looks from him to the ice cream and back again is any indication. ]
What flavour?