Still waiting to hear back from ME. I'll let you know when I know.
[ because maine's fighting her on company right now, but carolina is stubborn. wash gets another text a moment later, a very deliberate effort to keep up the flirting. ]
But I do have to ask if I've got any points on record with you.
[ a few minutes later, there's another message, after she's finally heard back from maine and has mapped out the route from her workplace to the location he gave her. ]
Going for a walk with ME after work. You okay for a few more hours?
I hope you don't, but Maine can be hard to get a read on.
Anyway I'll see you tonight.
[ Hard for people who aren't him, at least. Wash signs off and goes to make himself something to eat, and then probably idly flick through movies he won't watch until Carolina gets home. He's too distracted by their conversation to really focus on anything in particular, but will be waiting up with something playing for background noise.
He isn't worried for her, though. He doesn't know to be. ]
[ wash doesn't hear from carolina again, which isn't unusual for a few hours. but when she's following anything but a set schedule, she does usually remember to message him on her way home, even if it's just outside their apartment building. it's just a little announcement, a warning that their front door will be opening shortly but it's just her, it's safe.
she's got other things on her mind, though, and she forgets the warning until she's already got their door open, wincing at herself with the realization. ]
Hey, David...
[ it's a guilty sounding greeting, for wherever he is in their tiny apartment, as the door closes behind her. while her tone is familiar, she's more visibly tense than she should be to come home and if he gets a look at her, wash can probably figure out why.
there's a little bit of blood speckled down the front of her favourite light blue sweatshirt, bruising across her nose and one cheek that almost definitely means that blood came from a nosebleed. she hasn't bothered to brush the grass stains off of one knee, legs bare under the running shorts she'd had in her locker at work.
and she very decidedly isn't making eye contact with him on her way to the bathroom. ]
[ Wash is sitting on the couch in their little apartment, in full view of the door, so when he hears it open he perks up. Carolina didn't message him... maybe that means things didn't go well with Maine? He doesn't even have time to think it might be something worse before he hears her voice and knows it's worse.
She's tense, spotted with blood and bruises, generally mussed and clearly not looking at him as she beelines for the bathroom.
Wash stands up, eyes wide and alarmed. ]
Hey. Hey, what the hell happened? Carolina, are you okay?
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[ because maine's fighting her on company right now, but carolina is stubborn. wash gets another text a moment later, a very deliberate effort to keep up the flirting. ]
But I do have to ask if I've got any points on record with you.
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Is getting naked with you an option?
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You don't even need to use points for that.
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You're usually the one putting the breaks on though. Sort of gave the signal we weren't getting past kissing.
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Oh.
No I definitely want to... get naked. Sometime.
It just gets a little overwhelming?
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I've just been trying to figure out if I was the problem there or not.
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Also it's been like... since the Project...
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We don't have to rush anything anyway. If I know you're interested, I can keep waiting until it feels easier for you.
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[ a few minutes later, there's another message, after she's finally heard back from maine and has mapped out the route from her workplace to the location he gave her. ]
Going for a walk with ME after work. You okay for a few more hours?
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Anyway I'll see you tonight.
[ Hard for people who aren't him, at least. Wash signs off and goes to make himself something to eat, and then probably idly flick through movies he won't watch until Carolina gets home. He's too distracted by their conversation to really focus on anything in particular, but will be waiting up with something playing for background noise.
He isn't worried for her, though. He doesn't know to be. ]
cw some blood + minor injuries
she's got other things on her mind, though, and she forgets the warning until she's already got their door open, wincing at herself with the realization. ]
Hey, David...
[ it's a guilty sounding greeting, for wherever he is in their tiny apartment, as the door closes behind her. while her tone is familiar, she's more visibly tense than she should be to come home and if he gets a look at her, wash can probably figure out why.
there's a little bit of blood speckled down the front of her favourite light blue sweatshirt, bruising across her nose and one cheek that almost definitely means that blood came from a nosebleed. she hasn't bothered to brush the grass stains off of one knee, legs bare under the running shorts she'd had in her locker at work.
and she very decidedly isn't making eye contact with him on her way to the bathroom. ]
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She's tense, spotted with blood and bruises, generally mussed and clearly not looking at him as she beelines for the bathroom.
Wash stands up, eyes wide and alarmed. ]
Hey. Hey, what the hell happened? Carolina, are you okay?
[ He's following her. ]
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