And just when things were off to an amicable start too. Gaby's jaw tightens as she stalks forward until they're shoulder to shoulder; technically she's looking up her nose at him, but she doesn't care for that now. No, he's trying to land a low blow with no idea just how tough she is.
But she's also got to remember the mission. Something in between, perhaps?
"The scenic route, aka your wife expects you to do your chores and you refused? That's what it sounds like," Gaby breezes along, tone light as air, as light as the pleased-with-herself expression on her face.
Though he's right, she wasn't prepared for how hard it'd be to walk on this snow. Thank goodness for these boots, but still, every once in awhile she'll stumble just a tad, get a clod of snow stuck to the ridges on the bottom of each shoe.
"As for me-- and thank you for asking-- I'm expected in the village. I am to interview a budding socialist and show the world the superiority of mother Russia."
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17/9/15 06:16 (UTC)But she's also got to remember the mission. Something in between, perhaps?
"The scenic route, aka your wife expects you to do your chores and you refused? That's what it sounds like," Gaby breezes along, tone light as air, as light as the pleased-with-herself expression on her face.
Though he's right, she wasn't prepared for how hard it'd be to walk on this snow. Thank goodness for these boots, but still, every once in awhile she'll stumble just a tad, get a clod of snow stuck to the ridges on the bottom of each shoe.
"As for me-- and thank you for asking-- I'm expected in the village. I am to interview a budding socialist and show the world the superiority of mother Russia."