[ yelena accepts the cup, then blithely digs around in it with nat's spoon in order to slurp down the remainders of the drink. she's developed an incorrigible sweet tooth; she'll eat pretty much anything after years' worth of the tasteless gruel they plied them with at the institute, but the american obsession with sugar has unleashed a monster. her own ridiculously huge beverage is tucked under one elbow (big gulp, what a name) while she polishes off the float without asking. ]
I'm pretty sure I killed someone in a tunnel of love once. But I don't think that counts.
[ she keeps her voice low enough to not be overheard, and her tone conversational.
the thrills in the rides tonight are, of course, nothing to a pair of globe-trotting assassins when they've leapt off plummeting airships and god knows what else during the course of their missions— and yet. there's something so endearingly quaint about how little it takes to impress an average civilian. there's an innocence to the sound of all that human delight emanating from the carnival. ]
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I'm pretty sure I killed someone in a tunnel of love once. But I don't think that counts.
[ she keeps her voice low enough to not be overheard, and her tone conversational.
the thrills in the rides tonight are, of course, nothing to a pair of globe-trotting assassins when they've leapt off plummeting airships and god knows what else during the course of their missions— and yet. there's something so endearingly quaint about how little it takes to impress an average civilian. there's an innocence to the sound of all that human delight emanating from the carnival. ]