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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Feb 8, 2008 22:01:46 GMT -5
"You won't," ::Pietro assured her. He had asked once about the mechanics of the Danger Room; it had been years ago, when he had cared about such matters. There were forcefields and other such mechanical safe guards, to keep the equipment from being harmed by use of powers.::
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Post by Typhoid on Feb 8, 2008 22:06:22 GMT -5
"As long as it works," she replied, relieved by the reassurance. She took a deep breath, let it out, and it clouded in front of her. "It's getting colder. Should we go?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Feb 8, 2008 22:09:01 GMT -5
"If you'd like," ::The change in temperature did not bother Pietro, but this entire trip was for her. They would remain only as long as she wished, and then go as she desired.::
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Post by Typhoid on Feb 8, 2008 22:18:12 GMT -5
"I'd like to." She smiled. "Someone at the Mansion bought a cheesecake. I'd like to get to it while I'm hungry again."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Feb 8, 2008 22:19:41 GMT -5
::Pietro slid a hand down the small of her back, to guide her towards the exit.:: "Then we'll go."
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Post by Typhoid on Feb 8, 2008 22:27:36 GMT -5
She leaned against him as they walked, careful that she only touched his clothing and not any skin. Most everyone else made her nervous when she couldn't touch; they were too unaware of her limitations. He wasn't, and she trusted him.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Feb 8, 2008 22:30:29 GMT -5
::Pietro walked beside her, leading her back to the car. She was not as stiff with him, as she had been with the others, he noticed. It gave him a sense of pride that she trusted him to such an extent, and also caused a tightening in his chest that he had caused her this pain. Arriving back at the Acura, he unlocked her door and held it open for her.::
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Post by Typhoid on Feb 8, 2008 22:33:35 GMT -5
She got inside quickly, moving the edges of her coat out of the way. She knew it wouldn't be extraordinarily long for them to get back to the Mansion, but as she often felt like doing since Philadelphia, a nap was in order, and she lowered the back of the seat so she could lay down.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Feb 8, 2008 22:36:43 GMT -5
::Pietro shut her door and circled around the Acura, sliding into the driver's seat. He fastened his safety belt, and shut his door.:: "Be sure to fasten your belt."
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Post by Typhoid on Feb 8, 2008 22:39:58 GMT -5
She did so, laying back in her seat afterwards. "Do you mind if I sleep?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Feb 8, 2008 22:41:32 GMT -5
::Pietro slid the key into the ignition, starting the engine.:: "No, I don't."
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Post by Typhoid on Feb 8, 2008 22:49:59 GMT -5
She nodded, turning awkwardly in her seat until she was comfortable, and fell asleep in a few moments with her gloved hand resting on his leg, the pseudo-touch still comforting.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Feb 8, 2008 22:51:58 GMT -5
::Pietro pet the back of her hand with his, before he maneuvered them from the parking spot and drove off onto the highway.::
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