She caught that look - really, how could she not? - but hey, she was hardly expecting a good reaction. At this point any reaction was good enough for her. Even if the kid was a bit weird, a bit weedy, she was sure as shit that she'd rather have him as company than be stuck here alone. Fuck that noise. So they had different senses of humour; whatever, she could deal.
When it seems that even her attempt to be gentle almost went horribly awry, Magda rolled her eyes, but still looped her arm around his, casual as anything as they walked. Because hey, at least then he wouldn't actually face-plant into the sand. About to comment on his tango with gravity, Llewellyn beat her to the punch when he corrected her assumption.
"Green plaid." She repeated, as if mulling the mental image over - as if any opinion she had on his choice of suitcase would mean literally anything at all, "Eh, better than polka dots. Fuck polka dots. And at least it'll be easier to see, in theory anyway."
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Date: 2021-01-25 12:20 am (UTC)When it seems that even her attempt to be gentle almost went horribly awry, Magda rolled her eyes, but still looped her arm around his, casual as anything as they walked. Because hey, at least then he wouldn't actually face-plant into the sand. About to comment on his tango with gravity, Llewellyn beat her to the punch when he corrected her assumption.
"Green plaid." She repeated, as if mulling the mental image over - as if any opinion she had on his choice of suitcase would mean literally anything at all, "Eh, better than polka dots. Fuck polka dots. And at least it'll be easier to see, in theory anyway."