Although she'd been looking back towards the coffee machine (and seriously considering a second cup) Sam turned back to Will at his so-serious assertion, one eyebrow up. “Are you sure? Didn't they have bears on pedal bikes in old-school circuses? If something's got the dexterity to handle handlebars and pedals, it can probably handle a steering wheel, manage gas and breaking.” As ridiculous as the premise might've been, it deserved a thin veneer of plausibility---if nothing else, for the fun of it.
'So?' would've been out of her mouth in the moment before Will spoke again, but she saw the curiousity spreading again in his aura, saw it overtake his uncertainty, and brightened a bit as he continued. “Yeah, that's right, and nah, nah; I don't even sunburn easy, despite being fairly fair. He wrote a bunch of short stories, too, you know. I inhaled them at your age. Some are kinda macabre... but others are pretty optimistic. Anyway, read enough Bradbury and you'll have an answer. Til then, don't worry. I'm not gonna burn---unless someone shoves me into an MRI. Which is unlikely.”
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Date: 2017-12-15 02:32 am (UTC)'So?' would've been out of her mouth in the moment before Will spoke again, but she saw the curiousity spreading again in his aura, saw it overtake his uncertainty, and brightened a bit as he continued. “Yeah, that's right, and nah, nah; I don't even sunburn easy, despite being fairly fair. He wrote a bunch of short stories, too, you know. I inhaled them at your age. Some are kinda macabre... but others are pretty optimistic. Anyway, read enough Bradbury and you'll have an answer. Til then, don't worry. I'm not gonna burn---unless someone shoves me into an MRI. Which is unlikely.”