Kate Gregson (
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A motel somewhere in Maryland, Saturday Late Morning
As planned, Kate and Leto had handwavily left Fandom on Friday, acquired a crappy but cheap car by questionable means – Leto used Voice on the salesperson so they could buy it – and set out on their road trip.
So far it was seeming like an extremely good idea. Kate needed this, being in her world, being in a place where she knew the rules. The further they'd got from Fandom, the more relaxed she’d been.
Really, even this sleazy motel was making her happy with just how normal it was.
Of course, it didn't mean she didn’t want to leave and continue the trip. There was still a lot they could see before they had to head back. And they had to be out of the room by noon, anyway.
"I think I'd like to get some birthday cake today," Kate smirked, drying her hair with a towel after a quick, cool shower.
[ooc: For the boy mentioned in the narrative. NFB due to distance.]
So far it was seeming like an extremely good idea. Kate needed this, being in her world, being in a place where she knew the rules. The further they'd got from Fandom, the more relaxed she’d been.
Really, even this sleazy motel was making her happy with just how normal it was.
Of course, it didn't mean she didn’t want to leave and continue the trip. There was still a lot they could see before they had to head back. And they had to be out of the room by noon, anyway.
"I think I'd like to get some birthday cake today," Kate smirked, drying her hair with a towel after a quick, cool shower.
[ooc: For the boy mentioned in the narrative. NFB due to distance.]
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She was going to get the hell out of this car as soon as they were parked, wobbly legs or not.
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She grabbed her wallet from her bag and got out of the car, trying to ignore the feeling that her heart had just skipped a beat, or several.
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Kate pulled the door open and marched straight to the counter, giving the woman behind it a wide smile. "Hi, you guys serve any cake here?"
She was told that yes, they did. Chocolate cake.
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"You know, there are so many better ways of making my knees go weak," she remarked, coming over to the table once she'd made the woman promise the cake slices weren't going to be sold to anyone else.
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He wasn't the only one with an excellent teasing smile around here.