don't be fooled by what you leave behind

[thefireofasaint]

So if, hypothetically, Helena and John were wandering the streets, occasionally subtly defacing public property with nearly hidden graffiti -- which of course they would not do because they are upstanding citizens and their parents and guardians respectively are government employees -- drawn with a sharpie, it only stands to reason that it would

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[igneus_aquaque]

Helena looks almost startled by this, like for an instant she's not sure where the hand came from and whether or not it belongs to anyone she actually wants to be touching her.

"Wh--oh. Okay, yeah." But she's obviously distracted, dropping his hand to pull her hood over her head, pulling into herself like a turtle. And she wasn't a big person to begin with, so like this she's approximately the size of three molecules. Two molecules of >:| and one molecule of ;_;.

[thefireofasaint]

Hey, give that back, it was kind of an effort for him to spontaneously do that. John retakes her hand (less firmly!) and starts off in the direction of a gazebo, because he's A Man and this is what A Man does, you know, when The Woman (Girl/Small Group of Girl Molecules) is distressed. And did not bring an umbrella.

"I slept in one of these once," he informs her by way of distraction, presumably referring to the gazebo and not, say, a tree or a squirrel, "but then I got kicked out. By drug dealers."

Such are the narrative jewels he occasionally tosses out. For distraction purposes, okay, but.

[igneus_aquaque]

Given the situation that inspired it, she really doesn't react to the rain too badly, just more like it's sleet than relatively soft water - like it hurts when it hits her jacket between the bench and the gazebo. She seems pretty willing to let him hang onto her hand now, though, and that's a....step in some direction or other.

"You were probably bad for business. With your clean-cut good looks and your well-dressed geniality." Hey, she's going along with it, go her. It's subdued and kind of forced, but she's trying.

[thefireofasaint]

"That's exactly what they said, as I recall." John squeezes her hand and examines some of the already existant graffiti in the gazebo.

"You cold? I think this is the appropriate setting for me to do shit like give you my jacket, or write our initials on the ceiling."

He's a true romantic, that Allerdyce guy.