Ryder Olson does not want to be zombie chow (rydeon) wrote in undeadsiegeic,
"Well the just leave her seems kinda cold. I probably woulda laughed though," since it didn't sound very serious. "Guess if you're gonna run up that many stairs, Kid's hospital is a good reason. But why stairs? Why not a nice, flat street?" Even just running up the couple flights to his apartment sucked, he could imagine climbing thirty flights. "Clumsy girls are always cute, hasn't anybody every told you that?" He looked surprised that this was news to her, before letting his expression drop back to a pleased grin.
"I didn't say it wasn't a justified anger, just not one I want aimed at me. Cats are too crafty to be making enemies with." Laughing, "I'd be especially mad about the sleep part. Imagine you're right in the middle of a good dream and then you move and that jingle starts." With a slightly frown, "I'd wake up like that." He snapped his fingers with the last word. "Gotta keep things lively." Smiling widely, "You should come visit sometime. We'll have a party, make a whole event of it."
"Excellent point. So you'd end up humiliated and still have an STI." Scratching his eyebrow, a thought occurred. "Y'know, I bet you'd end up getting a million tests run, become some medical phenomenon that's all over tv and stared at by everyone too." Or worse. "That, or the government would swoop in and start experimenting on you." That's how alien related business always went down in the movies, anyways.
"Even I don't wanna think about the Frat bathrooms. The ones in the dorms were bad enough, and there was only minimal partying happening there." With a fond smile, "Our floor's RA was pretty cool but everybody usually just went to the Greek parties."
Her little winks were doing him in, he wasn't above admitting that. "What if I'm not merciful to trolls, either? Still think so highly of me?" Weird that he hoped her answer was still yes.
That was met with a quirked eyebrow. "Really? I'd have figured you were working on music professionally." It wasn't a judgment, world needed business people too. It just.. didn't fit her, not in his mind at least. "Fair enough. I got no problem with you working your own arrangement." Grinning, "Might be better than the original." What song to pick though, that was the question.. Something raunchy, something fun? Or just one of his favorites? "Got it. Hyper Crush's the Arcade." This was going to be fun. "I can get you a copy, if you've never heard it."
"You know, day one preschool stuff, like sharing and not being a total dbag to others? Yeah, they'd fail now." Shrugging, "People are getting freaked out about supplies, some groups think it's cool to take things from the living."
This really was her first zombie encounter then, well damn. "Hey no, if this is your first run in then you're already pretty calm in comparison." It wasn't the time for questions, but they also weren't really too much at risk.. "Why not? Gotta get boring staying locked up in the resort."
Ryder could sense that she was doubting the plan, because she definitely didn't look sold on it. But he'd survived this long using these tactics, so he felt confidant enough for the both of them. Curling his hand around hers tightly, he pulled her in closer. "Yeah, we're not down with the alternative." His own laugh was stronger, clearly he wasn't too bothered by the duo ambling toward them. "Once or twice," he agreed, though in truth it was a lot more.
After the pair got a few steps closer, he shot her a reassuring grin. "Ready?" Then he was tugging them to the left, darting around the zombies and the sideways lounger. They weren't quick, didn't think the same as the living did so it would take them a minute to change course.
They did reach out though, trying to grab the pair as the moved past. They always did, sometimes even managed to get a grip. The pool house wasn't far from where they'd been, the zombies just barely turned around and ambling toward them again when they reached it. Still holding her hand, he pushed the door open. Sounded empty, so he pulled them in and leaned against the door.