She kissed his neck, pulling him closer. *** He pulled her forward, his eyes bright despite the prospect of the exhibit they were approaching. “This is going to be so cool.”
He tilted his head for her, his arms wrapping around her. *** She nodded excitedly. "I know, right? It'll be awesome."
(Yep!) Val slept under the tarp peacefully, her face buried in the crook of her arm. * * * "They could kill us if they wanted to."
Landon slept next to her, but his eyes fluttered. He looked to her and gasped quietly. He silently got dressed, and hid in another room. *** "True."
There was silence in the other room for quite a while before he would hear her curse in confusion. There was a silence before he would hear her stand up and the room fell silent again. Finally, the door would fly open and Val was standing in the doorway, dressed in the previous day's clothing, her eyes flaming. "Landon Rhodes." * * * "They will kill us. We're walking to our death."
He was sitting in the corner, looking up at her with fear in his eyes. "I.. Please don't hurt me." *** She grinned. "Perfect."
Her voice was low and dangerous. "Are...you... kidding me? What happened to 'let's paint the rooms'?!" * * * He rolled his eyes. "And you say I'm the one in the cult."
"So, instead, you-" She cut herself off, sighing irritably. "Nevermind. It meant nothing." * * * "Hail Cthulhu," he agreed.
She pursed her lips before folding her arms and leaving the room. "I'm going to go paint." * * * He smirked, squeezing her hand. "I lolike you too."
She left the room. Despite her best intentions, she slammed the door on the way out. Outside, she exhaled slowly, leaning back against the wall. * * * "What?" he asked innocently. "My tongue slipped."
