[It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out where any of his friends are. If he's looking for Lucas, he might check out the sports fields. Even Maya he could probably find in the park these days where she could draw. Riley was usually in the same place they would all always meet up--
It's certainly not hard to spot her, either. His lips quirk up in a familiar, small smile that always seems to crop up when she speaks or he sees her. Certainly, it's once more not hard to tell what's got her mind wrapped up in, but that's just a thing he also knows needs breaking through if you ever want to speak to her.]
Hey, Riley. [He pipes up, moving to slide into the nearby couch seat. What are you looking at?
Of course they are. [He really hadn't needed to ask, honestly. It was just as he thought, but still spared the surrounding area a glance.] They're always happy here. It has a good atmosphere.
Noooooot really. We could go to the park, or go to a movie—there's a really good one out now! It's about the little bunny that could. There are other things we could do, though.
[Though she doesn't expect Farkle to go with her. It'd be nice, but she can always do other things too, easily.]
[It's really only a moment's worth of consideration before he pipes
up. What kind of fake husband who loves and adores his fake wife would he
be if he said no?]
How about we get the largest bucket of popcorn and drink possible and go
watch that movie?
[He smiles readily taking her hand. If this were the past this
simple gesture might fluster him-- In some ways it still did, but it's
easier and normal and he shakes it off as they get up and move to the
door.]
[Farkle is her fakehusband, and it's just friendship handholding so she doesn't think much past it even if she lets go pretty quickly because that would be awkward if it went on for too much longer.]
Yes please. Gummi bears and a giant soda that I won't tell mom and dad about because they'd say it's too much sugar.
I'll keep that in mind of things not to say when I bring her home. [Unless he's feeling particularly teasing at the moment, but that's not often and teasing Riley often just makes him feel bad. But he categorizes what she wants away with the casual plan of making sure to buy it all.]
Oh, just what I regularly get. I'm pretty okay with the refillable popcorn bucket. It's even better since you can get more at the end of the night.
[And he always plans on giving that to her since he knows how much she loves popcorn.]
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It's certainly not hard to spot her, either. His lips quirk up in a familiar, small smile that always seems to crop up when she speaks or he sees her. Certainly, it's once more not hard to tell what's got her mind wrapped up in, but that's just a thing he also knows needs breaking through if you ever want to speak to her.]
Hey, Riley. [He pipes up, moving to slide into the nearby couch seat. What are you looking at?
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People. A lot of people are smiling today, did you know that? It must be a good day.
[It's a simple thing, but she still takes joy in it.]
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Anyway, what's up?
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[It's said lightly, not an ounce of malice in it-- Just a silly quip given how their parents were.]
Nothing much. I just wanted to come by and say hi.
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[And there's a silly quip in return. Their parents are still good friends even if Topanga and Minkus fight it out like they do.]
Well. Hi. Want to go do something?
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[Though she doesn't expect Farkle to go with her. It'd be nice, but she can always do other things too, easily.]
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[It's really only a moment's worth of consideration before he pipes up. What kind of fake husband who loves and adores his fake wife would he be if he said no?]
How about we get the largest bucket of popcorn and drink possible and go watch that movie?
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[And so, she gets up from where she'd been sitting and watching people and holds her hand out to Farkle to help him up. LET'S GO.]
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[He smiles readily taking her hand. If this were the past this simple gesture might fluster him-- In some ways it still did, but it's easier and normal and he shakes it off as they get up and move to the door.]
Do you want gummi bears this time, too?
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Yes please. Gummi bears and a giant soda that I won't tell mom and dad about because they'd say it's too much sugar.
[What a rebel, Riley.]
What do you want?
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Oh, just what I regularly get. I'm pretty okay with the refillable popcorn bucket. It's even better since you can get more at the end of the night.
[And he always plans on giving that to her since he knows how much she loves popcorn.]