Valentine's Day }{ Open post

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WHO || Characters in the log [open or closed]
WHAT || VALENTINE'S DAY
WHERE || ALL AROUND THE CASTLE
WHEN || 2/14
HOW || DO WHAT YOU WANT

It's Valentine's Day! All around people are happily snuggling up with their loved one or drowning their feelings in booze and/or ice cream. Give out cards or chocolate or commiserate with other single people! Whoo Valentine's Day!

Comments

[bittersweeter]

It is, shush, just go with it. You're Superman and I know all your weaknesses. Including clocks being off.

[watchmaker]

Again with the Superman? [s-so annoyed. but not really. he'd let lila get away with anything tbh.]

[bittersweeter]

I was going to make the Samson and Delilah reference, but I still think you'd look so cute with glasses.

[watchmaker]

Maybe I'll get some just to wear around you.

[bittersweeter]

[ she grins before pulling back so they can actually look at the exhibit since the museum is probably closing soon. ] Come on, teach me about clocks.

[watchmaker]

It's not like — like, I guess I must have known a lot about clocks before or something, because I know how they work, but I don't ... actually remember everything. Does that make sense?

[bittersweeter]

Yeah. I know how my dad's businesses work, but I don't know anything about them. Luckily, there's this. [ she pokes the little black button on one of the display cases and they're treated to a tinny history of mechanical clocks and, specifically, the cassiobury park turret clock. somehow she doesn't care much when it's some general british accent telling her this shit instead of sylar. weird. ] I feel educated.

[watchmaker]

Me, too. We've had a very educational Valentine's Day. [he kisses the top of he head.]

[bittersweeter]

Want to go back to the hotel now?

[watchmaker]

I'd love to.

[bittersweeter]

Wanna try driving? [ she jangles the keys as she pulls them out of her pocket. ]

[watchmaker]

I could ... you don't mind?

[bittersweeter]

Not my car, I don't care. [ passing the keys over. ] Just don't kill us, okay?

[watchmaker]

[he takes the keys and pockets them.] I'll try my best not to drive on the wrong side of the road.

[bittersweeter]

Once you make your first left turn you'll be fine. [ she has faith in you bb, you and your beautiful brain. ]

[watchmaker]

If you say so ... [oh look, they're outside and next to the car. WHAT A QUICK WALK. /good writing.]

[bittersweeter]

I do. [ after waiting for him to unlock the door, she slides in and turns to watch him try to squeeze his giant gangly body squeeze into the tiny space between the seat and the steering wheel because she's miniature like a doll. ]

[watchmaker]

[gurl he can adjust the seat. THEY HAVE THE TECHNOLOGY. and he's jack skellington anyway so he can cram himself in there for a hot minute before he finds the seat adjuster. once that's done with ... he does an okay job of driving. (drive 12) NO ONE IS GOING TO DIE.]

[bittersweeter]

[ it's just funny to see him all bunched up before he moves the seat. good times. the rest of the drive she spends looking at her new, shiny watch. ITS SO PRETTY. she's never going to take it off ever. ]

[watchmaker]

[zoom zoom zoom tbh. HE'S GOING TO COMMENT ON IT.] So, you like the watch, right?

[bittersweeter]

I love it. [ which she says... to the watch. so she looks up at him with a grin and repeats herself. ] I really love it.

[watchmaker]

Good. [aw yeah. he is feeling proud of himself and also grinning as he makes his way back to their hotel. (nav 10. WELL AT LEAST HE DIDN'T GET LOST.)]

[bittersweeter]

Yep. You did very, very good.

[watchmaker]

[AND THEN THEY WENT INSIDE AND HAD A ROMANTIC VALENTINE'S DAY TOGETHER?????]