(Awh.) Poppy slipped a grey blouse over her head, frowning as it got caught in her curls. Pulling on a pair of jeans, she walked over to her chest of drawers and took an extra set of clothing, and putting in an open backpack that lay on her bed. It was the last thing that she needed, and she zipped the pack closed. She ran through a mental checklist as she slung the pack over her shoulder. Plants watered, check. Clothing packed, check. Toiletries packed, check. Eventually, she nodded to herself, opened her door and stepped out into the hallway.
Francis put everything he needed into a small, black bag. He tapped his chin, trying to remember if he forgot anything, then zipped it up, figuring he had everything he needed.
She rapped on his door with her fingertips while checking her watch. Their train tickets had just been sent to her, and she quickly scanned the information, noting where the station was and what terminal they needed to get to.
"Yup," she said, popping the 'p' . She tied her hair back in a bun before grinning up him. "Do you want to go find the train station or grab something to eat first?"
"Let's go to the station. I'm sure they'll have food on the train, or something." He shrugged, stepping out and closing the door behind him.
"I was hoping you'd say that," she said, grinning. She locked her door and pulled the other strap of her backpack over her shoulder. "I don't know if you know this, but I get really nervous about making appointments."
"You do? I didn't know that," he said thoughtfully. "Considering you're so ecstatic about talking in meetings, especially."
She glared at him as they began walking, although amusement tugged at her lips. "Sarcasm suits you too well, Mr. Craw," she said smoothly, raising an eyebrow.
(I've been really lousy at reply, haha. My apologies!) He crossed his arms, a grin forming on his face. "I'm the best a sarcastic remarks. It's just my sense of humor. Making fun of people."
(You're totally fine!) "But not me," she said, nudging him playfully. "You're not supposed to make fun of me. That's illegal."
She sighed with mock annoyance as they stepped out into the main lobby. "Fine," she said smoothly. "I suppose I won't report you today. Count yourself lucky, Craw."
He smirked, then took her hand. "I count myself lucky everyday I'm with you," he said, his voice slick.
She blushed but shook her head. "Flattery will not get you out of imprisonment," she said cockily, kissing his cheek.
"Hmph. I was hoping it would work. It had some effect on the outcome, right?" he asked, looking down at her with feigned worry.
She squeezed his hand as they stepped out into the sunlight. "One year imprisonment rather than five," she said coolly. "I'm afraid that's the best I can do." The town they emerged into was warm, with old stone streets. Greenery hung from every corner and the air smelt clean and new. A majority of the buildings were made from brick and Poppy ran her free hand over a wall as they walked down the street "The station is just down this way," she said, pointing down a side street. "If I remember correctly, anyways."
Francis looked around in thought. "Alright. I'm blaming you if we get lost," he said teasingly. "But it's also okay, because this place is refreshing."
"I always liked it," she said. "I spent a lot of time here during my teenage years." They turned down the street and a train whistled in the distance. Poppy looked around thoughtfully, noting the ivy that grew up the buildings. "It's weird how little things have changed here, though," she said quietly, swinging their hands gently. "It's like I never left."
