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August Anderson ([personal profile] seeagreatergood) wrote2011-09-12 04:29 pm

006

Saturday, in the park -- the twelfth of May, not the fourth of July. The rest of the week passed with less excitement than the weekend.

When Elizabeth called up and invited Auggie out on an afternoon walk, he was more than happy to accept. It's only natural for them to link arms once they get off Vivi -- she's being his guide, after all.

[identity profile] most-capable.livejournal.com 2011-09-14 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"That she is," says Virginia. Innocently.

[identity profile] prima-sequentem.livejournal.com 2011-09-14 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Elizabeth snickers. "Virgo, you beast."

[identity profile] most-capable.livejournal.com 2011-09-15 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
Primly: "Oh, no, I don't know how to ride a motorcycle."

[identity profile] most-capable.livejournal.com 2011-09-15 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, so I've heard."

Beat.

"The motorcycle," she clarifies.

[identity profile] prima-sequentem.livejournal.com 2011-09-15 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
"You people," she complains lovingly. "Virgo, where is this mythical coffee shop?"

[identity profile] most-capable.livejournal.com 2011-09-15 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Not far, not far. Just down the road."

[identity profile] prima-sequentem.livejournal.com 2011-09-15 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, no. Knock yourselves out."

[identity profile] most-capable.livejournal.com 2011-09-15 09:48 am (UTC)(link)
"And here is the coffee shop," says Virginia, who totally heard that.

[identity profile] most-capable.livejournal.com 2011-09-15 12:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm buying," she announces.

[identity profile] prima-sequentem.livejournal.com 2011-09-15 12:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Elizabeth pats his arm. "Losing battle, my friend."