He might be smiling from the moment she calls him on it. A thin curve of lips that can't quite be pressed out from his mouth, when he's looking away from her, throwing down the gauntlet all promise and fire there, back to the high rising peak as they drive on to the park land. "Yes, ma'am."
All sharp, and smooth, like it's some kind of order. And his tone isn't laced with dutiful mocking.
But none of the gratitude for the fact she keeps dragging this out, a laugh or a smile, three breaths without a thought about his team, Doris, Wo Fat. Or the vague flicker of guilty ownership of things that need saying, or don't. But that she keeps making it happened. For another breath, it fades.
The way it will whether they're walking or running up that path. Especially the higher and more focused they get.
It easy to fly through the park, closer to the low speed limit required for all the civilians walking around, including children. Find a parking space, pretty easy, even though it is more crowded on the weekend rather than any other day of the week.
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Date: 2013-01-26 10:46 pm (UTC)All sharp, and smooth, like it's some kind of order. And his tone isn't laced with dutiful mocking.
But none of the gratitude for the fact she keeps dragging this out, a laugh or a smile, three breaths without a thought about his team, Doris, Wo Fat. Or the vague flicker of guilty ownership of things that need saying, or don't. But that she keeps making it happened. For another breath, it fades.
The way it will whether they're walking or running up that path. Especially the higher and more focused they get.
It easy to fly through the park, closer to the low speed limit required for all the civilians walking around, including children. Find a parking space, pretty easy, even though it is more crowded on the weekend rather than any other day of the week.