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Originally Posted by oh its Erik ok This time if they somehow lose track of time they will have some employees who just want the day to be over tell them to leave. Which in David's opinion is much nicer than have to spend money and spend a night. Even if they outcome of that was more than he could ever imagine. The broken mermish was amusing tho. Not going to lie. It was also a highlight. "Well ill take that over where the best place to party is" Which is what he thought wada students knew best. That and bore him to death on musical theory. Sorry no matter how many times someone says its interesting he finds it horribly boring. The squeeze was received and he slows down for whatever she wants to look at.
Wow if she didnt stop him he would have missed this map enitrely. Crazy how that happens.
Ooooh. Ooooooh. "Does that mean there are secret secluded benches for us to snog on" Date spot and all. He was joking. He will just enjoy being here with her. Have you seen a thunderbird before?"
He hasn't and now that she mentioned it kinda did want to see one. Well only if its not sleeping because that would be boring. "It was like one of those big gorillas and someone just guess wanted a laugh and threw some fries at it. Some people laughed. I felt more sad for it and thought it was a waste of fries"
Fries were important Delilah was remarkably easy to please, so even the dingiest of places would feel like a fantastic party to her. Not that she went to many of those these days. Not since Olivier had forced her to face the music and dragged her into the headmistress' office at Beauxbatons at least. Unless afternoon teas counted. She had a lovely group of friends at WADA Paris who did afternoon tea and flash mob dances at the local parks and shopping centers. They were apparently amassing quite the following and she truly enjoyed doing it all. "We could try...clubbing together sometime...if you'd like..." she offered timidly. Always with the self deprecating thoughts, she often worried that she was too plain and too square and the moments she had been forced out of her comfort zone made her more interesting. Even if, truly, just walking through the park or some gardens hand-in-hand was more than enough. Or the beach. She had a soft spot for the beach.
Her thoughts were on sunset walks along the beach when David spoke and it took her several more seconds of processing before she was turning into her signature blossoming rosy cheek look and lightly shoving his arm. "David," she hissed through her meek but impish smile as she hid her face in his shoulder. She highly doubted said question was entirely in jest. "No...not unless you count textbooks and postcards. Hopefully we will today ... and I think... on the brochure it lists times their aviary is stormy and they are most likely in motion. " Raincoats and zephyr resistant umbrellas provided at the entrance.
"...I hope we see no one exhibit such behavior today..." And if they did that David did something about it because she would probably be too horrified in place to do much of anything but gawk in disgust.
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