[ Lucky for Lottie, that was a pretty safe gamble -- as a stupid teenager trapped in the mindset of an even stupider youth, Gen takes the bait without a second's hesitation, giving a low huff as he declares, ]
No shit I remember it. You think I wouldn't after all those times I had to walk you home? [ Dirt crunches underfoot as he takes off at a steady gait, long strides carrying down the street even as he grumbles, ] 'Sides, with how small this town is, s'not like it's hard to remember where everything is. You're the one who has to stop getting lost all the time.
[ Shitty juvenile complaints or not, at least Gen makes for a decent enough ride, his grip on her remaining steady and firm as he ambles down a residential street. It's a quiet area they've entered -- quiet even for the standards of this disease-stricken city, with nary a sound audible from the houses on either side of them, and Gen squints as he peers down a side street. ]
It's this one, isn't it?
[ He nods his head towards the house right ahead of them -- a modest-looking affair, though with a gated fence, Lottie might note. ]
Or d'you want me to go 'round back?
[ Gen leans back to look to the house standing behind the one he'd first indicated, his delusion-washed mind making him view them as two entrances to the same place. This one's smaller and a little shabbier even at a glance, but its gate hangs open, having apparently fallen prey to looters at some point. ]
lottie's icon looks like she's about to stab him in the ear with a ballpoint pen
No shit I remember it. You think I wouldn't after all those times I had to walk you home? [ Dirt crunches underfoot as he takes off at a steady gait, long strides carrying down the street even as he grumbles, ] 'Sides, with how small this town is, s'not like it's hard to remember where everything is. You're the one who has to stop getting lost all the time.
[ Shitty juvenile complaints or not, at least Gen makes for a decent enough ride, his grip on her remaining steady and firm as he ambles down a residential street. It's a quiet area they've entered -- quiet even for the standards of this disease-stricken city, with nary a sound audible from the houses on either side of them, and Gen squints as he peers down a side street. ]
It's this one, isn't it?
[ He nods his head towards the house right ahead of them -- a modest-looking affair, though with a gated fence, Lottie might note. ]
Or d'you want me to go 'round back?
[ Gen leans back to look to the house standing behind the one he'd first indicated, his delusion-washed mind making him view them as two entrances to the same place. This one's smaller and a little shabbier even at a glance, but its gate hangs open, having apparently fallen prey to looters at some point. ]