#ch:dk

[larkfox]

@myhearthealing​ - David

Lark woke up in a fluorescent environment, incredibly confused. She felt a little weightless, and also her whole body was trying to fight her. Puzzled and concerned, she opened one eye, and saw... David. She guessed he was carrying her? “David. Hi. You look like someone crapped you up. I’m guessing me too,” she said, not really thinking too hard about her words. Her throat apparently did not approve of her saying anything, as she had to fight not to get into some sort of coughing fit. Opened the other eye, she asked hesitantly, “Is the council meeting over?” Yes, yeah- She remembered what had happened, but she didn’t want to. Maybe David would tell her that they had a bad fall in the dirt or something from a teambuilding exercise. Anything but this. She was almost certain this was the hospital, but she didn’t want it to be.

[larkfox]

@myhearthealing​ - David

“So I’m thinking it would look better if there was more than one person doing the door to door campaign. If there’s two people standing at your door, clearly they had to make a decision together rather than just one me showing up on the doorstep,” Lark said, pleading with David so that he would go with her on a campaign in favor of improved transparency in the financial sector. Her lip jutted out in what she hoped was her best persuasive expression, but probably just looked pouty. "So we’ll get ready to go around seven in the morning, which sounds dreadful, I know. But I’ll buy you food all day, and you can pick the music we blast, and it could actually be fun. Please?”