[ch. 1] tuesday evening, w/ evan

[asswipe]

[Being outside during the evening when it's starting to snow isn't the best of ideas, but that sure doesn't stop her from wandering out to the gardens. The weather could be worse. Probably??

Either way, she stops when she sees Evan. Lifting an arm to wave him down, she saunters over to him after a moment.]

Hey, Evan. [What's up.] How's it going?

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[selfinserting]

[Approximately five, give or take a few.

Before they inevitably go tumbling down, Evan moves their still bound up hands to try and catch Veronica. Despite his intentions, it puts them off balance enough that he does, in fact, fall. At least the fact that he goes down first means he'll cushion her fall!

But he's also wearing short sleeves, so if her head lands anywhere near his arms or neck... Well, rip.]

[asswipe]

[Well.

Better start planning that funeral, because her head is landing near his neck, her forehead sticking to whatever flesh is exposed there. This is fine. This is the most fine. Except when it's not.

In the words of the famous sinner, Britt McMurder: closes eyes.]

Please tell me our legs are still separated.