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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 28, 2009 22:09:15 GMT -5
::Pietro's body tensed a fraction, as it always did, when he found himself stuck in traffic. He *detested* traffic.:: "There is always traffic. It's Manhattan."
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Post by Typhoid on Jul 28, 2009 22:20:42 GMT -5
"This would be one of the times where I wish I had Kitty's power," Ty replied wryly, putting her hand on his shoulder by instinct. He hated traffic, and she knew it.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 28, 2009 22:26:44 GMT -5
::Pietro's usually tight muscles were tighter still beneath his touch; this would be an exercise in patience.:: "We have what we have."
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Post by Typhoid on Jul 28, 2009 22:34:58 GMT -5
Her eyebrow rose. "I could blow up a few cars," she said, joking mildly.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 28, 2009 22:37:32 GMT -5
"We will wait," ::Pietro said, not responding to the joke, though he assumed it was one. Not from innate recognition of humor, but from the fact that he knew she would not do such a thing without reason and necessity.::
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 1, 2009 19:27:33 GMT -5
"Too far to park and walk?" she asked, peering out the window. Her knowledge most of New York was limited if only because the majority of routes she used to take were often underground.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 1, 2009 19:52:51 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded a single time in response to that.:: "We are not close to the Village."
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 1, 2009 20:00:52 GMT -5
Ty wouldn't ask him to run, not for something like this. "Then I guess it's waiting."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 1, 2009 20:04:52 GMT -5
::Pietro had accepted that, as they had no other practical options. He could not leave the vehicle in the middle of Manhattan for hours. He nodded slightly again and reached for the radio.:: "Do you want music?"
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 1, 2009 20:11:31 GMT -5
She shook her head. "No, thank you." She was feeling uneasy, not with Pietro, but just because of having to sit still. It was unusual for her, and music would just make her want to get up and move. "I'm planning on going to court next week," she said instead, mentioning one of the pieces of news she'd planned to tell him.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 1, 2009 20:13:26 GMT -5
::Pietro dropped his hand from the radio dial. Her comment caused him to turn his head briefly, a silver eyebrow raised.:: "What for?"
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 1, 2009 20:18:40 GMT -5
"A legal name change," she replied. "I don't have to do it, really, but I'm still officially under the name my adoptive parents gave me." She chuckled a little. "It also might help if social services knows a missing runaway isn't dead."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 1, 2009 20:20:35 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded slightly. That was a benign trip to Court; he had done the first years ago.:: "Simple enough."
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 1, 2009 20:28:05 GMT -5
"I'm...taking my original name as my middle name, officially," she said, hesitatingly.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 1, 2009 20:34:22 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded a second time. That was her choice; never having possessed a second first name, he could not speak to what it must feel like.::
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