Re: log: flash/gwen at the orchard
"I still don't understand why a temperature term is considered a super descriptor. Isn't it better if I say that I think you're handsome?" She really meant the query genuinely, and she really had no comprehension of what the donor liked in boys. She was pretty sure the donor had never considered Flash a romantic option at all, and not because of any dislike of how he looked. Flash, in the donor's mind, was totally MJ's, and the donor was super scared of getting attached to anyone who was attached to MJ. Gwen had considered it all really silly until recently, and now she was (unfortunately) starting to comprehend the phenomenon. "Using Reaper is so cheating, Flash Madison! You're too military to cheat. If you beat me, it has to be fair and square." In fact, Gwen looked around the orchard with bright eyes that were clearly considering a way to prove her superiority, at least in slippery speed.
She liked the way his face lit up. It felt like approval (and she'd had very little of that in her waking world), and she knew he expected her to pick robots. She really (really) wanted to pick robots, but she refused to be predictable, and she tipped her chin defiantly. "Orcs. I'm totally into violent and malevolent species."
Gwen looked kind of triumphant when he said he didn't have a diary, but then she focused steadily on what he was saying about the stickers. By the time he came to the end of his explanation, she had turned the roll over enough to make sure all the stickers were stuck safely. She opened her messenger bag and pulled out one of the baggies she used to keep samples in. She set it aside, and she pulled out a plastic tube, for specimens that couldn't go in glass containers. Carefully, she wrapped the sticker roll around the tube, and then she tucked it into the baggie. One sharpie later, and she'd labeled the outside of the bag as "Flash's stickers," and she handed it back to him. "You should look them up on Facebook." If she had to guess, she would totally assume he didn't talk to anyone from high school very much, excluding the obvious Repose residents.
When he talked about his childhood, her expression went sad. She was horrible at hiding things, and it was pretty obvious how she felt, given that it looked like a darkening summer storm on her features. She didn't ask about the book. She just pressed up onto her knees, cupped his cheek with one hand, and she kissed him long, and soft, and sweet. "This'll be my first Halloween," she added. "Do you think there'll be some crazy party that defies all the laws of science?" Okay, she maybe kissed him again after asking. Maybe twice. But, reluctantly, she added, "should we talk about the MJ thing?"