@killerkillercroc ▸ cont. !!
❝ i wouldn't let 'em. ❞ does her assurance mean much of anything? no, but it was earnest. there should be no doubt within his mind odette would kick, and scream, and bite as much as she could to keep waylon out of trouble.
a little closer she scoots. head comes to rest upon his arm, the hand he'd used to take hers tenderly pet. he'd shared with her in bits and pieces how the staff at arkham had treated him - like, an animal. they could never take the time to know him like she did. most couldn't. or, wouldn't. odette wouldn't put him in danger of going back. especially not for such a silly scenario. she'd thought it cute, of course. that's what couples did, right? laid out, watched the stars. the lighting is low, and she's appreciative; cheeks tint that pinkened hue. ah, she's embarrassing.
❝ it'd be fun. if we could go out 'n all, y'know? ❞ a pause. half a smile, curling of her lips. ❝ not at 'da cost'a y'er freedom. obviously. maybe we could . . bring 'dat kinda' stuff t' us. know what i mean? ❞ odette sits up now, clearly contemplating. ❝ aw, man, imagine if i stole'a project'a 'r somethin'! that'd be fun, right? we could pretend we're at 'da movies. ❞