[MINGLE] One-Man Show

[sixthiteration]

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[quinientos]

Vasquez presses one more kiss to Faraday's lips, the corner just chastely, before he disentangles from him, feeling weary and worn for what he'd seen. He knows his own past, but the exhaustion of seeing Faraday die again has left him in a bad mood.

Worse, they have no idea where they are.

"This is when we need our horses," he gripes, because now more than ever, he wants to be able to ride back home without having to worry about how long it's going to take. "You think Bobo could send the kirin?"

[onesyllable]

He wants to make things okay, but he's not sure he can think of a way to fix this. Not instantly, and not easily. And not given the mood both of them are in.

"Bet we can't get horses in one of those boxes," he says with a rough laugh. "And foals won't do us much good," he sighs, head cocking. "He... we could make him come find us. Unless he got snatched up in his sleep like we did."

[quinientos]

Vasquez lifts up his device and as much as he hates to use it, he thinks maybe this is a very strange and dire situation and they might have to get over the fear of technology and figure it out. "Or we could walk," he offers. "Take our time, talk," he admits.

It would be a little like the ride to Rose Creek and they could get to know each other a little more. "We've been through worse, the both of us."

[onesyllable]

He glances down at his wrist, making a face. "Tried that once. Suddenly there was voices and yellin and all," he says, nose wrinkling at that and not sure what he thinks of that and the desire to use it.

He glances up, considering their options.

"Can't be that far, can it? We find water, follow it back? Means we got something to drink, and can find food." He smiles a bit though. "I like that. Talkin'." Which he liked to do, hearing his own voice and all.

[quinientos]

Well, in that case, he thinks they can do this much easier if they stick to the basics. They're both decent in the wilderness, why couldn't they figure out a way to do this without having to worry about getting lost? Besides, it's time between them.

"It'd be nice," he admits, because it's a challenge and it's more like what they were used to. There's only one problem. "You'd better be keeping me warm, though."

[onesyllable]

His head cocks slightly, arching a brow. "Did you just ask me to fool around while our lives are in danger?"

Not that he sounds the least bit upset about that. He's just curious to know if he's reading this right.

[quinientos]

"I meant warm as in keeping me from freezing to death, guero," he protests, like sometimes he still can't believe the things that go through Faraday's head. Then again, he's the one who decided he wanted to go and fall for said idiot.

So, it's on him then, isn't it?

"A gentleman would give me his coat," he adds, as if he's suggesting it lightly, instead of demanding.

[onesyllable]

"Well, if you thought you were dating a gentleman then you're sadly mistaken," he says with a grin, moving in a bit closer to Vasquez. "But I will do anything I can to keep you warm," he vows, his teasing expression turning fairly solemn.

"Gentleman or not, we'll make it through this. Promise."