Post by Honey Rydel on Jul 6, 2022 21:25:10 GMT -6
The roof of the Allstate Arena. Honey has found a nice spot for them to sit at after guiding Summer along the way by the arm though doesn't sound too pleased to do so.
Honey: This is so stupid. I'm not you, Summer.
See?
Summer: I know. But it's nice, isn't it?
Honey looks out over the city of Atlanta before them and just sort of shrugs.
Honey: It's alright, I suppose. How do you even know how to get up here anyway?
Summer: I used to do it a lot during the early days of my career. It was very refreshing, very quiet, very relaxing.
Honey: And then you got acrophobia and now you're pawning this whole thing on me.
Summer giggles a little and despite her fear she's up here looking over everything. Or...somewhat. Because her pupils are a little odd in that while they're still green they look a little more solid than usual. It's because she's wearing blind green contacts so she really sees nothing.
Summer: You did amazingly well in there, Miss. Honey.
Honey: Is that you surprised?
Summer opens her mouth to respond but figures her truth isn't what Honey would want. Not yet at least.
Summer: It is.
Honey: Hm. Well, better get your ass used to surprises cause they're gonna keep happening.
Summer: I would certainly hope so.
Summer smiles in the direction she can hear Honey from and the two go back to looking over the landscape before them.
Summer: You were looking for Miss. Farrah, weren't you?
Honey sighs bringing her knees in close to her chest, close enough she can rest her chin on them.
Summer: You know you could just ask Miss. Zahara.
Contrary to how high their level of friendship goes she'll always be Zahara to Summer.
Honey: No. If she shows up I don't want it to be because she was told to.
Summer: Alright. I didn't see Miss. Chastity either.
Honey: Katie was...merciful.
Summer: Oh?
Honey: As far as I know Chastity's still locked up in that cage and won't be allowed out until I return home. Katie said it'd be the only night she does it though.
Summer lightly giggles to herself.
Honey: It is a sorry state she's in.
Summer: No. You called the Dungeon “home”.
She giggles again while Honey's face turns a bright pink.
Honey: Well, um, the air...it's thinner up here. Don't honestly know what I'm saying. I'm thinking we should probably return to the back or something.
Summer: I suppose it is time.
Honey gets up to her feet and assists Summer to hers keeping a hold of her arm guiding her back to the door.
Honey: So happy you got your nostalgia out of the way?
Summer: It was very nice, thank you.
Honey: If you want next time I can curse up a storm or throw phone books at you.
Summer laughs a little.
Summer: They were fashion magazines, but thank you.
Honey: This is so stupid. I'm not you, Summer.
See?
Summer: I know. But it's nice, isn't it?
Honey looks out over the city of Atlanta before them and just sort of shrugs.
Honey: It's alright, I suppose. How do you even know how to get up here anyway?
Summer: I used to do it a lot during the early days of my career. It was very refreshing, very quiet, very relaxing.
Honey: And then you got acrophobia and now you're pawning this whole thing on me.
Summer giggles a little and despite her fear she's up here looking over everything. Or...somewhat. Because her pupils are a little odd in that while they're still green they look a little more solid than usual. It's because she's wearing blind green contacts so she really sees nothing.
Summer: You did amazingly well in there, Miss. Honey.
Honey: Is that you surprised?
Summer opens her mouth to respond but figures her truth isn't what Honey would want. Not yet at least.
Summer: It is.
Honey: Hm. Well, better get your ass used to surprises cause they're gonna keep happening.
Summer: I would certainly hope so.
Summer smiles in the direction she can hear Honey from and the two go back to looking over the landscape before them.
Summer: You were looking for Miss. Farrah, weren't you?
Honey sighs bringing her knees in close to her chest, close enough she can rest her chin on them.
Summer: You know you could just ask Miss. Zahara.
Contrary to how high their level of friendship goes she'll always be Zahara to Summer.
Honey: No. If she shows up I don't want it to be because she was told to.
Summer: Alright. I didn't see Miss. Chastity either.
Honey: Katie was...merciful.
Summer: Oh?
Honey: As far as I know Chastity's still locked up in that cage and won't be allowed out until I return home. Katie said it'd be the only night she does it though.
Summer lightly giggles to herself.
Honey: It is a sorry state she's in.
Summer: No. You called the Dungeon “home”.
She giggles again while Honey's face turns a bright pink.
Honey: Well, um, the air...it's thinner up here. Don't honestly know what I'm saying. I'm thinking we should probably return to the back or something.
Summer: I suppose it is time.
Honey gets up to her feet and assists Summer to hers keeping a hold of her arm guiding her back to the door.
Honey: So happy you got your nostalgia out of the way?
Summer: It was very nice, thank you.
Honey: If you want next time I can curse up a storm or throw phone books at you.
Summer laughs a little.
Summer: They were fashion magazines, but thank you.
