[Claude's words may be thoughtful, considered, like he really is thinking it through-- but Gideon knows the creeping look of mischeif when she sees it, and even before he's nudging her arm, she's casting the sharp glitter of her smile his way. Yep. Uh-huh. They sure are doing this.
She casts her eyes toward the smaller, less crowded bonfire just a little way off in the distance, and already she's beginning to move.]
Good idea. Great. It can be like, the warm-up before the main event. You know, if we don't fuck it up the first time.
[But there's a robust confidence in her voice that suggests she doesn't think they'll fuck it up.]
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She casts her eyes toward the smaller, less crowded bonfire just a little way off in the distance, and already she's beginning to move.]
Good idea. Great. It can be like, the warm-up before the main event. You know, if we don't fuck it up the first time.
[But there's a robust confidence in her voice that suggests she doesn't think they'll fuck it up.]