(Whoa!!! That's crazy cool! Send more if you decide to do some.) "You're right. I had a really good group of people that I hung out with," she said thoughtfully. "You didn't do any sports throughout school... maybe tennis or something like that."
"Oh God, tennis? Really? I can't imagine myself wearing those clothes. I did play soccer though, all throughout my childhood. I bet you're fond of small animals, like rabbits."
"Did you wear a suit?" she asked. She smiled slightly and continued. "I do like rabbits," she said nodding. "I enjoy rodents too, but my heart belongs to big dogs. I just like animals in general, I suppose. You grew up in a mansion of sorts." (Woo! We did it!)
"I was a child. I only wore suits to funerals and weddings." He crossed his arms. "I did live in a mansion, and you lived in a rickety, yet homey, two story house that was.. hmm, yellow or blue with a creaky rocking chair on the porch?"
"That's a little creepy, Francis. It was actually green, and it had a swing instead of a rocking chair, but the rest was pretty damn close," she said, eyeing him with mock suspicion. "You... hm. You had a pet dog when you were younger that died tragically." ( should we keep doing this, or should we do a time skip until they're a little bit closer to the base? I don't mind either way. )
"Lucky guess? Hey, green is a mix of blue and yellow, so I'm technically right about that. My dog didn't die tragically, but my fish did." He smirked. "Your house was full of animals? Also, did your living room have floral print wallpaper?" (Time skip. I'm running out of ideas haha. Also, we're already at 206 posts!)
(Wooo! We did it! Good thing we're in similar time zones. ) They continued discussing similar sorts of things as they walked for the next couple hours. After a while, Poppy squinted into the distance and laid a hand on Francis' arm to stop him. "Look," she said, pointing. Two people were running in their general direction through the snow, with dark red hoods and pants. It reminded Poppy of dried blood, and she shuddered. They hadn't seemed to notice Poppy and Francis yet, but they were getting fairly close. They slowed in the running and started walking, talking to each other in low voices. "Scouts?" Poppy asked.
Francis squinted, then grabbed her arm and pulled her behind a tree. "We have to hear what they're saying."
"They're probably gossiping about you," she muttered, rubbing where he had pulled her. But she was quiet and listened.
He rolled his eyes, and crouched down, listening as well. One of them spoke, their tone signaled they were annoyed. "I don't see why we have to do this stupid scouting. The planes they shot down were just cargo." The second spoke calmly, "I know, but they found weapons on one of them, so we need to be careful, especially with the ambassador and all."
"We're going to have to if we want to pose as them." He reached into his back to grab an unassuming black box. After pressing a few buttons, a buzzing sound was heard and it shifted itself into a pistol-like weapon. "Finally something fun," he murmured.
"No." He took aim. "We're going to knock them out." The gun fired a shot of electricity that hit one and traveled to the other. They froze, then fell to the ground.
"I like to come prepared." He walked over to them, placing his items back into his bag. "Hopefully they wear clothes under these."
"It's not a big deal," she said, walking over to the bodies. "Should we restrained them somehow? You know, in case they wake up early or something?"
"Hmm.. I think so," she said, blowing her hair out of her eyes as she knelt down to look though the pack. She passed him up her loop of rope and grinned. "What happened to, 'I like to be prepared?'"
"I have rope, but it's used for other things." He dragged one of them over to a tree and began tying.
