Tonks, if you please (![]() ![]() @ 2008-07-04 19:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, day 6, marcus cole, nymphadora tonks |
Day Six
Who: Tonks and Marcus
What: 'Sploring on mountain bikes
When: Day six, afternoon
Where: The bike trails in the hills
Rating: PG-ish for language and fighting.
Status: Complete
She was falling into a bit of a routine, and really, she couldn't say she minded it. Every day or two, either she would pop by Marcus' place, or he would come by hers on his way out to do something. They were spending a lot of time together, but maybe that was only natural. After all, they had similar views on how much they loved being trapped here. So many people seemed perfectly content to just stay here forever. Not Tonks, and not Marcus. It was a bond, of sorts. Of course, it didn't hurt that she genuinely liked his company, either.
Today, just as she'd been trying to decide what to do, her new friend had dropped by with the proposal that they go hiking in the hills to see if there was any way of escaping there. She grinned at him and counter-proposed, which was why they were soon zooming along the dirt bike trails on old-fashioned bicycles. All in all, she decided, she liked her broom better. Too bad she hadn't found one yet. She had yet to catch anyone actually cleaning up or doing anything janatorial, or else she would have snagged one ages ago.
The witch, whose hair today matched the bright blue of her jeans, glanced over at the Ranger. He'd had a hard time with the concept of a bike at first, but had picked up quickly. Quick learner, obviously. She smiled at him and waved, steering with one hand. It wasn't that much different than a broom, really, just a whole lot more work. She'd never had any problems at all while on broomstick, and it translated over to the bicycle, as well.
"Alright now, Marcus?"