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- I'm wary of magic with lots of rules.
"Eh!!"
Erin jolted ramrod straight, arms pushed straight into her lap.
"Well..."
"I ..."
"I suppose that could be a good idea ..."
Silence took over the space between them. Time seemed to freeze. A strand of pink, synthetic hair broke the equilibrium, sliding free of its sisters and falling just in front of her left eye. She blinked - her eyelashes brushed against the strands - and tucked it back, behind her ear.
"Maybe, I could take you for a test run first? Ah! You know, just in case it's a little too intense for some of the people. I mean, I know you're a good person, and you wouldn't hurt anyone, since you saved me under the bridge, but I don't really own this place and if someone complains and McKenzie hears of it, I really can't afford to lose this job right now."
She stole a glance at the carts, visible from ajar door of the breakroom. Sickly fluorescent light painted a thin yellow bar across the dark scene of the ride, and the reflection cast harsh shadows across the exhibit. There was a little bit of fright in the old girl, after all.
"We've got about half an hour before open, so ...?" She slowly reached for the breaker.
Erin jolted ramrod straight, arms pushed straight into her lap.
"Well..."
"I ..."
"I suppose that could be a good idea ..."
Silence took over the space between them. Time seemed to freeze. A strand of pink, synthetic hair broke the equilibrium, sliding free of its sisters and falling just in front of her left eye. She blinked - her eyelashes brushed against the strands - and tucked it back, behind her ear.
"Maybe, I could take you for a test run first? Ah! You know, just in case it's a little too intense for some of the people. I mean, I know you're a good person, and you wouldn't hurt anyone, since you saved me under the bridge, but I don't really own this place and if someone complains and McKenzie hears of it, I really can't afford to lose this job right now."
She stole a glance at the carts, visible from ajar door of the breakroom. Sickly fluorescent light painted a thin yellow bar across the dark scene of the ride, and the reflection cast harsh shadows across the exhibit. There was a little bit of fright in the old girl, after all.
"We've got about half an hour before open, so ...?" She slowly reached for the breaker.
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