Who: Lydia and Lance
Where: The park, Sylvia's House
When: Afternoon
Lance was definitely feeling better. Funk survived he was out and about, Sylvia’s umbrella in hand as he kept an eye out for her. He wasn’t really looking for her, but he had it, just in case so he could give it back. He tended to give back the things he didn’t need or the things that didn’t completely catch his eye. It was one thing to want something when you took it. It was something else to want to keep it. Opening up the umbrella as he strolled through the park, he couldn’t help but hum to himself, amused with everything because he actually wanted to be outside. The first day back was always a great one.
Lydia had little to do after class let out, so she’d gone to the park to walk and people watch. When there were people to wave to, she waved, and she was excited to see them wave back. She loved the feeling of being seen again, of feeling alive, even if she cast no shadow or had no heartbeat. Being able to walk through walls had it’s advantages, but it also prevented her from watching where she was going. She almost walked through Lance, barely catching his arm, her hand passing through him when she took a few steps back. “I’m soooo sorry! I wasn’t paying attention. Are you okay?”
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