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Date: 2013-01-27 12:38 am (UTC)
thebesteverseen: (Head On)
Steve laughed, throwing the truck door shut. With the gun and the water left inside. Clicking it locked and tossing the keys in his empty pocket. The other still holding his phone and badge, which he can't go anywhere without. Walking out around the car, toward here, with a grin making his mouth widen.

"One hundred and ninety six meters." Steve said every single syllable of it with goading, arrogant pride, looking at her, hands on her hip, talking about it like it might just be a stroll in the park. Like he was going to roll out how much it wasn't one. Which was, exactly why it was one of the places he loved to end up when he wanted to get a challenge, or have his mind cleared.

Slipping into a smirk, as he rubbed his mouth, and ran it down to wrap at his neck as he nodded toward the path and headed that way, with long, direct steps. "There aren't any places for breaks between here and the top."

Which isn't true, but it was a challenge. Even if he'd probably stay right by her side, or at least keep her within view no matter what. Just in case. Because it was a challenge. There was a reason the greater percentage of people walked this one. Slow and steady. Steve might argue he can be steady, at times, but slow, was nothing near what level he went at.
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