20 January 2013, Columbia, SC
"I'm just surprised that we lived through the end of the world, is all." Carlos kept up his stride next to Zofie as they trudged through the streets, the air trapped between a winter heatwave and an impending drop in temperature. "I expected riots and chaos, not... lame-*** parties full of artbros and woo-girls in Burning Man outfits." He kept his hands jammed tightly in the roo-pockets on his black and red Ultimate Spider-Man track jacket, his face held in a slight sneer that seemed just a bit jarring on his soft, round facial features that he attempted to sculpt with a thin, wispy beard that traveled the line of his jaw and jutted into an arch across his upper lip.
"Heeey, I resemble that last remark!" The back of Zofie's hand thudded against Carlos' upper arm as she grinned, the light catching on the twin snakebite piercings at either corner of her bottom lip. She did all that she could to keep herself contained in her walk next to Carlos, from crumpling straw wrappers in her pocket, to popping a cough drop into her mouth, to fussing with the tilt on the sparkly silver cat glasses that added all of the oomph that her wide, mahogany-brown eyes lacked. Honey blonde hair that ordinarily scraped the tops of her thighs had been intricately braided into dual buns at either side of her head, and from the occasional scratch at the dark roots in the part at her crown, seemed a bit to ambitious and enthusiastically-executed. " But... IdunnoCarlos... um..." Gray highwater slacks rustled during her in-place jog, her well-worn Vans splatting in a few shallow puddles that had yet to evaporate from the precipitation but a few days prior. "... I think that like... maybe it's like the Earth's spirit died, or somethin', like people just... stopped givin' a **** about things gettin' better and it all jus' turned to stoppin' it from gittin' worse."
Carlos rubbed his arm with a grumble and sighed out of his nose, zipping up his jacket once they reached the corner of an intersection. Once Zofie had set the ends of her green Zelda hoodie's drawstrings into the snakebites and bounced on the balls of her feet next to him, he tipped her a look from the corner of his eye. "You still... gonna do the Harlock thing?" His brows went up, as if pleading for an answer to the negative as his shoulders tightened and crept up.
Zofie nodded, her eyes half-lidded and her lips drawn in, still with the drawstrings stuck near her lips. "Yyyyup." She finally reached up to pluck them out, snorting and rubbing her finger beneath her nose. "I mean, sure, it's a porn parody, but it's a damn good porn parody. Like, it's got not-screwin' scenes blocked out n' everything, and Kassie's put down a balls-awesome script. Hell, I've even made little models of the Arcadia n' the 999. I've gotta try to tone down mah twayng while playin' Maetel, though, aaand I'm not sure Holly or Tom kin act. I know I can't."
Carlos just turned his head to watch the traffic, the two of them an odd cast next to the outdoor seating to the chic new restaurants and the bright pastel rowhomes around them. "I just... I dunno. I don't like seeing my childhood grow up so fast, y'know?"
Zofie shrugged from her elbows before bending one leg back to scratch at her ankle and down her calf, standing like a flamingo for a short moment before the light changed. "I gitcha, I gitcha. It... obviously doesn't bother me none, but I can see where you're comin' from. I guess... I just try to see the characters as havin' some kinda weird lives goin' on that didn't make it to the screen, and them ****in' is still a part of that life." She snickered as she pointed to the change in the crosswalk sign, tapping Carlos' arm to break him from his forlorn stare at the ground. "I promise you, serious pinky swear, that it's respectful, even if it does git a bit sweaty n' nekkid."
Carlos swallowed as he shuffled alongsize Zofie, clearing his throat and shrugging up his shoulders. "Mm-hm..."
Zofie's eyes went large as she scrambled up the curb, pointing at Carlos. "Ohhhhh snap, yeah buddy!"
Carlos did the best he could to duck his head into his chest cavity, zipping up his track jacket and sinking into the collar, up to his nose. Still, the smile reached the corners of his eyes. "Shush up, Zofie."
She placed her index finger and thumb tips to her lips, turned them 90 degrees, and pantomimed tossing away the key, sneaking a glance back to the thoroughly embarrassed Carlos with a scrunch-lipped little smile, a bobble to her head, and a sashaying stride to the bus stop.
"I'm just surprised that we lived through the end of the world, is all." Carlos kept up his stride next to Zofie as they trudged through the streets, the air trapped between a winter heatwave and an impending drop in temperature. "I expected riots and chaos, not... lame-*** parties full of artbros and woo-girls in Burning Man outfits." He kept his hands jammed tightly in the roo-pockets on his black and red Ultimate Spider-Man track jacket, his face held in a slight sneer that seemed just a bit jarring on his soft, round facial features that he attempted to sculpt with a thin, wispy beard that traveled the line of his jaw and jutted into an arch across his upper lip.
"Heeey, I resemble that last remark!" The back of Zofie's hand thudded against Carlos' upper arm as she grinned, the light catching on the twin snakebite piercings at either corner of her bottom lip. She did all that she could to keep herself contained in her walk next to Carlos, from crumpling straw wrappers in her pocket, to popping a cough drop into her mouth, to fussing with the tilt on the sparkly silver cat glasses that added all of the oomph that her wide, mahogany-brown eyes lacked. Honey blonde hair that ordinarily scraped the tops of her thighs had been intricately braided into dual buns at either side of her head, and from the occasional scratch at the dark roots in the part at her crown, seemed a bit to ambitious and enthusiastically-executed. " But... IdunnoCarlos... um..." Gray highwater slacks rustled during her in-place jog, her well-worn Vans splatting in a few shallow puddles that had yet to evaporate from the precipitation but a few days prior. "... I think that like... maybe it's like the Earth's spirit died, or somethin', like people just... stopped givin' a **** about things gettin' better and it all jus' turned to stoppin' it from gittin' worse."
Carlos rubbed his arm with a grumble and sighed out of his nose, zipping up his jacket once they reached the corner of an intersection. Once Zofie had set the ends of her green Zelda hoodie's drawstrings into the snakebites and bounced on the balls of her feet next to him, he tipped her a look from the corner of his eye. "You still... gonna do the Harlock thing?" His brows went up, as if pleading for an answer to the negative as his shoulders tightened and crept up.
Zofie nodded, her eyes half-lidded and her lips drawn in, still with the drawstrings stuck near her lips. "Yyyyup." She finally reached up to pluck them out, snorting and rubbing her finger beneath her nose. "I mean, sure, it's a porn parody, but it's a damn good porn parody. Like, it's got not-screwin' scenes blocked out n' everything, and Kassie's put down a balls-awesome script. Hell, I've even made little models of the Arcadia n' the 999. I've gotta try to tone down mah twayng while playin' Maetel, though, aaand I'm not sure Holly or Tom kin act. I know I can't."
Carlos just turned his head to watch the traffic, the two of them an odd cast next to the outdoor seating to the chic new restaurants and the bright pastel rowhomes around them. "I just... I dunno. I don't like seeing my childhood grow up so fast, y'know?"
Zofie shrugged from her elbows before bending one leg back to scratch at her ankle and down her calf, standing like a flamingo for a short moment before the light changed. "I gitcha, I gitcha. It... obviously doesn't bother me none, but I can see where you're comin' from. I guess... I just try to see the characters as havin' some kinda weird lives goin' on that didn't make it to the screen, and them ****in' is still a part of that life." She snickered as she pointed to the change in the crosswalk sign, tapping Carlos' arm to break him from his forlorn stare at the ground. "I promise you, serious pinky swear, that it's respectful, even if it does git a bit sweaty n' nekkid."
Carlos swallowed as he shuffled alongsize Zofie, clearing his throat and shrugging up his shoulders. "Mm-hm..."
Zofie's eyes went large as she scrambled up the curb, pointing at Carlos. "Ohhhhh snap, yeah buddy!"
Carlos did the best he could to duck his head into his chest cavity, zipping up his track jacket and sinking into the collar, up to his nose. Still, the smile reached the corners of his eyes. "Shush up, Zofie."
She placed her index finger and thumb tips to her lips, turned them 90 degrees, and pantomimed tossing away the key, sneaking a glance back to the thoroughly embarrassed Carlos with a scrunch-lipped little smile, a bobble to her head, and a sashaying stride to the bus stop.