Okay? Well, step outside into the usual heat of Louisiana. Or bother that worker who is pretending to do something to look busy.
Again, I wasn’t really asking anyone, so you never had to answer in the first place.

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@samara-piglet
Okay? Well, step outside into the usual heat of Louisiana. Or bother that worker who is pretending to do something to look busy.
Again, I wasn’t really asking anyone, so you never had to answer in the first place.
Okay, well if you need anything at all, I’ll be right here.
Alright, thank you. I appreciate it...
Oh, I really wouldn’t mind. I like to help people. I have a bunch at home, I could run and grab one easily. And I was heading home anyway.
It's okay, but thank you for the offer.
"I’m sorry, why are you asking me? I really don’t look like I work here.”
I was just wondering; I wasn't really asking anyone in particular...
Air-conditioning? Don’t ask me - I have no idea.
Probably; you never know...
Good. I mean, I’m not that cold, so I’d give you my jacket.
No, no, it's alright. I'm sure you'll need it later.
It’s pretty chilly outside today. Which is annoying. Are you sure?
True, and yes, I'm sure.
I think it might have something to do with this really neat invention called air conditioning. You might want to read up on it sometime, I hear it’s wonderful.
I know what air conditioning is, I just didn't know if it was the cause of why it was so cold...
My best bet is over air-conditioning.
That's probably the answer.
I’m not sure, I’ve been wondering the same thing.
Air conditioning is my best guess, but you never know.
I mean… technically it’s winter. Bit it’s not that cold. Do you want me to see if I can get them to turn the heat up?
True, true. Maybe it's because I just came from outdoors... Oh, no it's alright.
Maybe because I walked in, I have a way of freezing a room up when I want to. But I’m quite talented at heating it up as well.
That sounds... lovely...
Why is it so cold in here?
“Yeah but I kinda—pulled you out and I didn’t even ask you first or anything…” Rowan sucked in his breath. He hadn’t even been thinking if the woman wanted to stay or if he was suddenly dragging her off to some undisclosed location, which he wasn’t but maybe she might of thought that and he might have scared her and—god, he felt awful for what he just did. “I know but I’m sorry, I’m sorry—I shouldn’t have done that—can I get you something?” he offered in earnest “Water? Lemonade?”
“My name’s Rowan, by the way.”
"Someone had to do it before I died in that seat," she joked, rubbing the tip of her shoe against the ground beneath her. Sure- he had dragged her through a crowd of people, but if it hadn't been for him she surely wouldn't have made it out of there without having fallen asleep or puking. She'd rather leave while she was ahead. "No apology is needed, I told you it's okay."
"I'm Samara."
Rowan instinctively grabbed the woman’s hand, pulling her along with him through the row of chairs populated with viewers who apparently found nothing amiss with what was happening on stage. It took a bit of maneuvering to fit through the space between bright white lawn chairs and stubborn knees, but the exit of the row wasn’t too far from where the two had been sitting. Though, with a few steps away from the stage he noticed he’d pulled the woman along with him.
“Oh jeez—sorry,” he apologized, releasing his grip and reactively moving his hand to the back of his head “I—I didn’t mean to do that—really sorry—augh…”
Samara stumbled along behind the man, attempting not to trip over her own two feet as they moved through the large crowd. She bumped into a few people, calling out her apologies behind her. Chairs, and people, were scattered along the ground, exactly where she ended up putting her feet. If it hadn't been for his hand wrapped tightly around her own, she would have fallen.
"No need to apologize. I'd rather get out like that than walk out at the end of it," she assured him, gripping her elbow with her hand.
“Oh no,” Rowan gasped “Don’t tell me he’s going to pour that stuff on the other—.”
Before it all came out of Rowan’s mouth, the deed had already been done. Grimacing in disgust, Rowan turned away from the display onstage. “I can’t do this… I need to leave,” he said aloud, getting up from his seat. He could smell the distinct mixture of animal products in the goop they had onstage, and the pungent smell made his stomach churn.
"And they have kids preforming this!" Samara exclaimed, covering her eyes with her hands. Samara understood his need to escape the odor filled room that was crowded with people coming to watch the children preform Barton Hollow's past. It was horrible, to start off. The smells and sights were horrifying and it was questionable as to why she came. She turned to him, her eyes wide. "You're smart. I'm probably going to regret staying here, myself."
”Did… did that kid really just act that out?” Rowan asked in a horrified whisper to the person adjacent to him. He thought it’d be interesting to watch the play the children were performing, but if the morbid parts were going to be explained in detail he was ready to opt out and wander away somewhere else.
"I think he did..." Samara replied quietly. The play was anything but normal, full of little kids horribly acting out Barton Hollow's past. It was quite traumatizing to watch little kids bounce around a stage going on about a horrible 'stench' and other weird things that she hadn't paid attention to. She wondered why it was even part of the fair.