#beckyxtate

Any chance to escape Baberton was worth while, but to escape with Becky made things even better. He loved any chance to be alone with her. Currently, he was sitting at the breakfast table of their BNB. He was leaning back in the chair, sipping on a cup of coffee. He had one Airpod in his ear, listening to the Baberton news. As much as he wanted to escape completely, he still felt required to know some of what was going on in the town they had left for a week away. He heard the floor creak as someone stepped. He sat up straight, reaching up to tap the headphone to pause it. “Good morning, beautiful...” 

“--good morning.” He reached for the bed guard and tried again to turn himself over. His muscles were sore and he wasn’t exactly sure why. The sense of time was a little wonky. Well, it was extremely wonky. He couldn’t remember what had happened while he was asleep. There was also a very, very vague remembrance of the fight that had put him here. He had been in London and had signed up for the underground fighting. But that was about all he remembered. “I would ask where I am, but the beeping and the sterile stench gives way to many hints.” He had mumbled more to himself.

Dominic was leaning against the side of the booth. He had a corndog in his hand. The only real reason to visit any sort of fair was for the food. Otherwise the crowd almost made him a little nervous. It was frustrating navigating a crowd with only his cane and it was a little to much for Octavian to be walking these streets. He pushed off the wall, hearing a familiar voice and laughed a bit. “Hey, I know that voice anywhere... Hi, beautiful.” He said softly, holding out his hand for her.