[ She shakes her head and holds both her hands up. ]
Okay, okay. You're going to need to slow down, because if I keep calling you out on how cool you are, you're gonna get a big head and I'll have to punch you in the face. That's not something I want to do.
[ Okay, that finally makes him break, and he grins. ]
Sorry, dude. One of the things you're gonna have to deal with hanging out with me? Tryin' to keep your jaw off the ground when you realize just how goddamn awesome I am.
Daily basis, by the way.
[ He reaches out a hand, letting her make the final contact. ]
You might feel a little woozy, after. Just don't barf on anyone, and we'll be cool
[ Ellie can't help but roll her eyes at the response. And it's a little bit of that and what he says next that calls for the gesture. Ellie grabs Peter's hand with only a little hesitation. ]
Don't worry, dude.
If it's one thing I've become pro at since I've gotten here? It's aiming where I projectile vomit.
Dude. Gross. That is not comforting. If you barf on me, I'm putting you in a headlock.
[ He punctuates this by making a blech noise, then shaking his head. Taking a breath, letting her mentally prep herself, he catches her gaze. ]
Alright. Gonna do this on the count of three. One-- Two--
[ And in an instant, wind rushes in to replace the suddenly empty space, whirls around them like a tornado. Not a second later, the scene has changed. Welcome to the suburbs of De Chima, Virginia, where the government houses are two stories tall, painted in greys and greens. From where they stand, the sounds of a party are muffled but audible -- voices laughing and chatting, with whichever movie they're watching buzzing in the background. Seems like they've found the place. ]
Oh come on, I just told you I know where to aim my--
[ Ellie doesn't even have a chance to finish her sentence. Peter is at two in an instant and Ellie is taken on the fastest, wildest ride she's ever been on. In a flash, they're in De Chima, but Ellie can't even focus on that. He was not kidding about the dizziness and nausea, not at all. Suddenly, she's desperately reaching to hold onto Peter's arm when her knees buckle. ]
Oh fuck--
[ She surprisingly doesn't feel the urge to vomit, or maybe she's just so used to puking she can't even tell at this point. ]
I think my stomach is between my butt cheeks. Hold on.
[ He lets her cling, hands still bracing her in case her legs give out. Yeah, his first time trying it was about this bad, too, so he doesn't rush her. It had taken about five trips or so to get the hang of it. ]
I dunno, actually. It wasn't something I could do before -- Porter gave it to me.
[ He says it with a bit of a sheepish smile. He should probably look into it more, the whole teleporting thing; at the very least, he's been practicing, taking bigger and bigger items on farther and farther trips. He's getting better. ]
Take your time. Warn me if you're about to blow chunks.
[ Ellie wrinkles her nose while she continues to struggle keeping her lunch in her stomach. Eventually, the world stops spinning so quickly and she's able to stand on her own, breaking away from Peter. ]
Man, that was fucking awesome but holy shit. The whole two seconds it took to get here took way more out of me than it should.
Good. I like this jacket -- if you got barf on it, I was gonna bill you for the dry cleaning.
[ His hands sort of hover around her even when she pulls away to steady herself. Once he's convinced she won't topple over, his hands drop to his sides. ]
[ Once Ellie has gathered herself, she opens her eyes to look at the house in front of her. She can hear the bustling of people, conversations and music, and her stomach sort of starts to sink at the discovery. She tangles her fingers together, face wearing a look of doubt. ]
Um.
[ It's been almost a month since she's arrived here. Nothing bad has happened, no one has come after her. This is the time to get it over with and have a whole night out without Joel, without holing herself up in her room. God she hopes she doesn't have an episode. ]
[ This is legitimately the first time she's left the house without Joel. The last few times she's left the house with Joel, someone has run past her or she's heard a door slam or a car alarm and it's set something off in her head. She's had Joel take her home in the middle of errands, and she's taken fifteen minute bathroom breaks at stores while he waits outside. Ellie's confidence sort of plummets when she reminds herself of this. But her attention shifts when Peter offers his arm. ]
If my buddy gets worried... Yeah.
[ More like she'll get worried and pull a gun on everyone. Maybe. Ellie swallows something thick and decides to take Peter's arm. ]
I'll be okay. I'll be fine.
[ And she says this in a way she's trying to convince herself. ]
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[ She shakes her head and holds both her hands up. ]
Okay, okay. You're going to need to slow down, because if I keep calling you out on how cool you are, you're gonna get a big head and I'll have to punch you in the face. That's not something I want to do.
[ And she looks up to him, grinning. ]
Fuck yes, let's do it.
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Sorry, dude. One of the things you're gonna have to deal with hanging out with me? Tryin' to keep your jaw off the ground when you realize just how goddamn awesome I am.
Daily basis, by the way.
[ He reaches out a hand, letting her make the final contact. ]
You might feel a little woozy, after. Just don't barf on anyone, and we'll be cool
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Don't worry, dude.
If it's one thing I've become pro at since I've gotten here? It's aiming where I projectile vomit.
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Dude. Gross. That is not comforting. If you barf on me, I'm putting you in a headlock.
[ He punctuates this by making a blech noise, then shaking his head. Taking a breath, letting her mentally prep herself, he catches her gaze. ]
Alright. Gonna do this on the count of three. One-- Two--
[ And in an instant, wind rushes in to replace the suddenly empty space, whirls around them like a tornado. Not a second later, the scene has changed. Welcome to the suburbs of De Chima, Virginia, where the government houses are two stories tall, painted in greys and greens. From where they stand, the sounds of a party are muffled but audible -- voices laughing and chatting, with whichever movie they're watching buzzing in the background. Seems like they've found the place. ]
--Three.
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[ Ellie doesn't even have a chance to finish her sentence. Peter is at two in an instant and Ellie is taken on the fastest, wildest ride she's ever been on. In a flash, they're in De Chima, but Ellie can't even focus on that. He was not kidding about the dizziness and nausea, not at all. Suddenly, she's desperately reaching to hold onto Peter's arm when her knees buckle. ]
Oh fuck--
[ She surprisingly doesn't feel the urge to vomit, or maybe she's just so used to puking she can't even tell at this point. ]
I think my stomach is between my butt cheeks. Hold on.
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Easy, kid, easy. Take a few deep breaths. The first time definitely sucks.
Do you need to sit?
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Nope. Nope, I got this.
[ She grunts, trying to take a deep breath as she holds on tight to Peter and fights to recover. ]
Okay...
Alright, I'm okay. I think.
[ Ellie heavily exhales. ]
Dude, how did that even work?
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I dunno, actually. It wasn't something I could do before -- Porter gave it to me.
[ He says it with a bit of a sheepish smile. He should probably look into it more, the whole teleporting thing; at the very least, he's been practicing, taking bigger and bigger items on farther and farther trips. He's getting better. ]
Take your time. Warn me if you're about to blow chunks.
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Man, that was fucking awesome but holy shit. The whole two seconds it took to get here took way more out of me than it should.
[ She rubs her face. ]
I'm fine. No puke from me.
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[ His hands sort of hover around her even when she pulls away to steady herself. Once he's convinced she won't topple over, his hands drop to his sides. ]
Ready for this?
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Um.
[ It's been almost a month since she's arrived here. Nothing bad has happened, no one has come after her. This is the time to get it over with and have a whole night out without Joel, without holing herself up in her room. God she hopes she doesn't have an episode. ]
Yeah. Yeah, let's do this.
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If your buddy gets worried-- [ He means Joel, of course ] --and wants you back home, just let me know. I can get you back as quick as you want.
[ This is, of course, a thinly veiled instruction: If it gets to be too much, I can get you out. ]
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If my buddy gets worried... Yeah.
[ More like she'll get worried and pull a gun on everyone. Maybe. Ellie swallows something thick and decides to take Peter's arm. ]
I'll be okay. I'll be fine.
[ And she says this in a way she's trying to convince herself. ]