Between A Parked Spaceship And A Woodworking Station On The MCA Roof | Thursday Evening

[hatesmostthings]

It had occured to April this morning that she'd never actually been to the roof of her apartment building. Of course, "morning" for April on a day that she didn't have to work was, like, two o'clock, so it didn't really take her all that long before she actually made good on it.

By the time she made it up there, the sun was setting, and she had dinner in the sense that a pizza she'd bought on Sunday had been living in her fridge for the past half a week, so she figured she might as well bring what was left of it up to the roof (still in the pizza box, of course -- who bothered with plates?) and work on it there. The spaceship(s) and woodworking station meant there wasn't a lot of room, but if she hung out by the ledge and used that for a table, she was fine.

Huh. This was kinda nice.

[[open roof! this is because my paid trial runs out tomorrow morning and i felt wasteful. ALSO, because cataclysmicluck, that's why.]]

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[furnaceface]

And Jono just stood there and smirked.

"You going to survive, back there?"

Because yes, he knew what this was like. He'd spent nearly a decade in leather trousers almost exclusively, after all. Tight ones.

"Because I can take you up to the roof, if you are."

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

SIGH. Stupid clothes. "Ask me next weekend," April decided after a moment of seriously considering it. "Stupid tight pants."

[furnaceface]

"Next weekend, then," Jono replied, smirking and crouching down again to let her climb back down. "Wear loose trousers."

Because so help him, he wasn't going to lose a game of chicken if all that was at stake was an aerial piggyback ride.