the hiker
she/her
twenty-eight
april eighteenth
petalburg
demisexual
hiker
ranger officer
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francie myrtle
merry christmas spiral [c]
POSTED ON Dec 29, 2021 1:34:52 GMT
as he comes closer she's rigid, still as the very mountains she loves. he closes the distance between them and wraps her up in a hug. a hug that she really, honestly, didn't expect.
but she should have. he expected her to reach out and hug him so he did it instead. he's a chameleon, she knows this. he acts as he is expected to act, she knows this as well. it's brilliant and it helps him get what he wants.
perhaps she doesn't care anymore, perhaps she loves that about him.
so she returns the hug almost as quickly as it's given and smiles into his shoulder, face buried by his frame. it's much larger than her, being she's barely five foot tall.
"i'd be flattered, but i know good and well i'm not the only person alive who's ever surprised you."
she releases him then, knowing that the physical contact isn't his favorite. she instead creates a distance of sorts, looking at the wine bottle and then back to him.
"... i didn't like, interrupt anything with anybody, did i? i just assumed you'd be alone, cause it's christmas."
. . .
panic.
"i-i mean! uh," oh dear, she's put her foot in her mouth. old habits die hard after all! "w-what i mean is, uh, um, that, i erm, i just, y'know, you're always working and there's no better day to get the upper hand on people than a day where barely anybody else works, right? exactly! yes! yep that is exactly what i uh, what i meant mmhm."
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