It might have been a little sappy, but The Spine loved every sweet word. He was, after all, quite full of sap himself. They were a perfect, syrupy-sweet match. He watched the leaves swirl past them as the wind abruptly changed direction, his free hand rising to hold down his hat. When his glowing green gaze shifted to meet B's, he smiled. "Time sure has been flyin'." And, surprisingly, it had been flying with very little out of the ordinary occurring.
Well. "Out of the ordinary" being a relative term. For Nusquamton? It had been a slow few months. No one had attacked the Walters since the last attempt to kidnap Peter the First and The Spine. The automaton was beginning to allow himself to hope that, perhaps, the city had accepted and forgotten about them.
Thoughts for another time. For now, he gently guided the Walter Girl down a street running through the one they had been strolling along. All right, so maybe it was a little more than an inkling of an idea.
"I've always liked the fall. The leaves turnin' is always pretty, and it's nice the way the sky clears after a good rain." Back in San Diego, the nights after a rain had been the best time to see the stars through the ever-present smog.
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Well. "Out of the ordinary" being a relative term. For Nusquamton? It had been a slow few months. No one had attacked the Walters since the last attempt to kidnap Peter the First and The Spine. The automaton was beginning to allow himself to hope that, perhaps, the city had accepted and forgotten about them.
Thoughts for another time. For now, he gently guided the Walter Girl down a street running through the one they had been strolling along. All right, so maybe it was a little more than an inkling of an idea.
"I've always liked the fall. The leaves turnin' is always pretty, and it's nice the way the sky clears after a good rain." Back in San Diego, the nights after a rain had been the best time to see the stars through the ever-present smog.