http://thumbcocked.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] thumbcocked.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] neverleftharlan 2011-06-10 05:24 pm (UTC)

"Yeah, but where ya gonna mail it if you can't phone stalk me, Hansen-bait."

There's almost a grin of triumph as she pulls the handle, but it's gone by the time the door's open. Sliding in, she shoves her duffel down at her feet, handle up - just in case running has to happen, there's no fumbling for a grip.

Lia side-eyes him and straps in. "Whatever, man." There's a primo joke to be made about paws versus hooves, but she lets it pass. She's sure that if it gets to push and shove territory, she won't need him telling her to make book given that she's smart enough to smell that time coming a mile away.

...Then again, she is here in the first place. Which just makes her flop her head back against the seat and groan to herself because. Her common freaking sense is not allowed to go on vacation like this. There should be notices and substitutes and. She doesn't even know.

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