#chipxagnes

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Stealth Mode

Chip would shoot Agnes a text that he was on his way and then another when he was only a few blocks away saying he was around the corner. Sneaking required communication and slither. Any detail could matter. So, he kept her up to date. He wouldn’t go knocking or honking any horns as originally intended to make a scene as they drove off since sneaking out was now part of the plan. But, Chip almost liked this better. This made it feel like they were just hanging out for real and not just to get a rise out anyone despite knowing once someone realized she was missing it would do that too. 

In the idea of being stealth instead of noisy like before he decided to drive one of their more modern vehicles, an off road jeep gladiator the boys all shared. Bright fire engine red. They took this one to the rallies when they being spectators and not participants. So, he’d roll up nearby quiet as his new engine purred. He shot her a text and told her he was parked around the block and wondered if he should come in front of the house or stay around back? 

Chip: You want me to come up and get you? 

He was actually worried she might not know how to be sneaky despite being willing. She hadn’t climbed since a 10 year old rock wall party so he wondered how she’d do scaling her big house. She had power out the watootie, but that had nothing to do with climbing or being quiet. 

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Camp - VIP Members Only

The day came Chip and River decided they were going to take Agnes and Summer to the commune they call camp they’d always heard about that seemed to be what the Laveau family was all about and yet no one else had been there. 

We don’t deal with outsiders very well - They say newcomers have a certain smell - Ye have trust issues, not to mention, They say they can smell your intentions

There were so many stories and local urban legends. Some think it’s evil voodoo. Some think it’s a religious cult. Others don’t think about it all. True or not the curious are always told to beware.

River and Chip would think it’s all silly. Evil. How ridiculous. But, they would never tell a stranger it was safe. However, today they’d be telling Agnes and Summer it wasn’t dangerous because it wasn’t... for them. 

They were being escorted by VIP members. They called Brigitte to clear the visitors.  The Laveau family was growing and this posed complications for the camp. Risks. But, since these were the kin of the queen exceptions, caution, and welcome had been extended. 

That said, if they thought the Laveau place was something to get to, it wouldn’t hold a flame to the camp. There’d be no issues with vehicles bogging down if it got too wet out to get there because there was literally no way to get there with one. They were rowing there. 

Chip and Agnes would be in the lead boat. River and Summer would be brining up the rear. 

River would look back at Summer and smile, “I guess I should have warned you we’d be getting our exercise in today for this visit.” He kept rolling his shoulders as they started to burn. He was always a little sore the next day after making this trip. “You doing okay? It’s only about another mile. So close guys.” 

Then Chip would suddenly put his arm and fist up bent at the elbow, a shh signal that he heard something. So, they’d quiet. Then ever so faintly a sound grew from the distance. 

Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock

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Chipnes Back Home

Chip would say his far the wells to his encampment friends and family before he gassed up and vroomed back home over muddy marsh terrain on his atv. 

He wasn’t sure what he was expecting to hear when he got back, but if Agnes was ready to talk, he wasn’t going to miss it. His world went stale since their falling out. His room didn’t feel like his own anymore and his home felt invaded by walls he didn’t know how to walk through and they were in every door way. He had to get out and breathe. So, to his home away from home he had flown with friends, girls, and boys, adults, and ways of living he felt accustomed to, and understood easily. He had to re-center much like how Flotsam did when things were stirring him up. It might not have been quite the long term dramatics of his father, but at least now, he understood his father’s longing to be there. It was a place to feel re-grounded back to the earth again and for a boy with abilities, this was a feeling he needed at all times even as he dreamed of flying. 

So, when he got home he clunked his boots off at the door since they were muddy from the ride and would sneak past Thomas and Flotsam who were cozy on the couch watching television together, very, very cozy. It was a sight the lot of them were getting used to the longer the Savages stayed around. 

Once Chip made it to his room he closed and locked the door behind him and tossed his pack to the side. Then he’d walk over to disarm himself. He’d say, “Hey” as awkwardly as ever though as he went through the process. He was eager to fix this, wishing it would all just go away, whatever this was going on between them, but that didn’t mean he knew how to. 

So, first, he’d have awkward duck face, and then after disarming he’d look up to her with a bit more hope, something gentler. He’d say, “Hey” again as if he didn’t say it the first time as he came to sit on the lower bunk in a ‘just waiting for her to talk’ way.