"Most of my jokes are bad. Sorry." As she answered, Sam stepped down to the parking lot pavement. Resting a hand against the doorframe, she watched Will expectantly, knowing a stall when she saw one. "Ah, snowmobile? Skis in the front, treads under the body, seat and handlebars like a motorcycle. I don't know that they're called anything else, except by brand names; I don't know if you'd get enough snow to see 'em in use."
She shook her head, looking upwards (as if for an answer to 'what did I do to deserve this') even as she drummed her fingers on the doorframe---affectionately enough. "Because he's young and impressionable, and you're already a bad influence on me." It was a bold assertion from someone who had been a bad influence back, but it sounded good; better for being delivered with offhand ease.
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Date: 2018-01-22 04:43 am (UTC)She shook her head, looking upwards (as if for an answer to 'what did I do to deserve this') even as she drummed her fingers on the doorframe---affectionately enough. "Because he's young and impressionable, and you're already a bad influence on me." It was a bold assertion from someone who had been a bad influence back, but it sounded good; better for being delivered with offhand ease.