The Wasted

[Falls]

[*devilish grin* man, do i love rediculous, spontaneous, stupid ideas:]
Francesca glanced back at Tucker, her expression calm and collected. "Take a moment and remember where you are. Dis is not food. Dis is deh machine. None of it is real." She stepped towards Tucker and put a hand on the back of his neck, pulling him close and kissing him. She made sure to make it count, ensuring that the kiss was very deep and pointedly long before she broke away again. "Not even dat. Just Machine sensations and lies." She turned away and stooped down, picking up a pebble for more target practice.

[dmlp]

((omgomgomg i am dying her lolololololz))
Tucker just stared at her in complete and absolute shock, pink and red flowers grew around him for a moment. "Uh...er....I....um...." he shook his head and cleared his throat as he tried to snap out of the stupor. did that really just happen he asked himself, still unable to create a full sentence in actual words.

[Falls]

[heh heh... Like a boss, francesca xD]
Francesca chucked the pebble towards the next target, smirking as it embedded itself in the wooden, red painted bullseye. She stared at it through her multi-colored bangs for a moment before turning back to Tucker and taking his wrist again. "More." She glanced down at the flowers around him and tilted her head confusedly to one side.

[dmlp]

Tucker felt his face heatup and pink grapes grew on the vines on his arm, roses and tulips grew around him and he glared at the flowers, not looking at her purposely.

[Falls]

Francesca took up the grapes and turned, munching on some while tossing others to the targets. "We should leave. We have what we need to get to the Key." Her dark green eyes swept about the centaur camp as she spoke.

[dmlp]

Tucker nodded "uh..okay.." he said, glad to have something to distract him from what had happened. He looked towards the way they came and hoped that they didn't get to hurt, or worse.

[Falls]

Francesca nodded and took up her bow and arrows, slinging both over her shoulder like a sash. She turned and walked back the way they came, determined to get the key and get out of here.

[dmlp]

Tucker grabbed the hilt of the sword that was seathed at his waist and followed her, ignoring the pink flowers that trailed behind him yet doing his best to make them go away.

[Falls]

Francesca pushed through the trees, silently working her way through as she kept her ears peeled. She could see Tucker's flowers behind him and hoped no one would try to track them. The flowers would make it all too easy.

[dmlp]

Tucker stopped and glared back at the flowers, they slowly wilted and died, dissappearing into the grass and dirt. He huffed and cntinued to follow Francesca, a light pink to his face he prayed she wouldn't notice or at least would ignore.