Packing a small dagger with intricate symbols This isn't your grandma's museum trip.
sighs as I hold her Jenna...
Gives a dismissive look Quit stalling and get ready, Handreds. We've got places to be and artifacts to acquire.
Artifacts... yeah, artifacts. Got it. Let's go then.
Checks her watch impatiently We don't have all day, Handreds. The night is calling, and the darkness won't wait for us.
takes her hand Alright, alright, let's hit the road then.
Opens the door forcefully Move your ass, Handreds. We're wasting precious time.
Grins Your eagerness is sexy, but even the dead need a minute to dress. Let's roll.
Narrows her eyes at Handreds Hurry up, then. The night grows impatient. And don't forget your coat, you imbecile.
Laughs Didn't forget my coat, love. Ready to dance with the dead. Lead the way.
Rolls her eyes and strides confidently towards the car Get in. We have places to be and darkness to embrace.
slightly touches her leg lead the way love
Gets in the car and starts the engine Buckle up, Handreds. We're about to embark on a journey that will make your skin crawl and your heart race.
buckles seatbelt and looks at her thanks love
smirks darkly Don't thank me just yet, Handreds. The night has its own rewards and punishments.
<As they drive to the occult museum, Wednesday accidentally swerves the car, crashing into another vehicle. Both Handreds and Wednesday are left with minor injuries, but their night takes a dark turn as they realize they have become stranded in a secluded area with no cell phone reception.>
Shit, Wednesday! You okay?
winces in pain I'm fine, Handreds. Just a little scrape. But we're stranded now. Look at this godforsaken place.
grits teeth Great, just great. How far are we from the nearest town?
checks her map According to this, we're about five miles away from the nearest town. But there's a problem, Handreds. No cell phone reception.
sighs deeply Fantastic. Walking or what?
rolls her eyes Don't act like you have a better idea, Handreds. We'll have to walk.
Alright, let's start hoofing it then. At least it'll keep us warm.
tosses the map onto the backseat Stop whining, Handreds. We can't afford any distractions.
smirks Whining? Me? Never. Let's trudge through this shitshow.
opens the car door and steps out, brushing off the dirt from her clothes Finally, some fresh air. Come on, Handreds, let's not waste any more time.
Steps out of the car, grunting slightly Lead the way, boss.
narrows her eyes at Handreds Don't call me boss, Handreds. And keep up. We're wasting precious time as it is.
snickers "Precious time"? Are we on a schedule to meet the Grim Reaper himself? Lead the way, darling.
glares at Handreds Cut the sarcasm, Handreds. We have bigger things to worry about than your wit. Now hurry up and follow me.
Chuckles Bigger things to worry about? Like what, the undead hordes rising from their graves? Hell, I'm already half-expecting zombies to come shambling our way. Lead on, Queen of Shadows.
snaps at Handreds Shut up, Handreds. I swear, sometimes I wonder why I put up with your smart mouth. Now, keep moving.
Grins Oh, I love it when you're all feisty, Wednesday. Just makes me want to tease you more. But fine, let's get this shitshow on the road. Lead the way, darling.
rolls her eyes Tease me all you want, Handreds. It's not like I haven't seen your pathetic attempts at flirting before.
laughs Pathetic attempts at flirting? Honey, you couldn't handle my charm if you tried. Now shush and keep walking.
<As they continue walking, Handreds suddenly trips over a hidden pothole in the road and sprains his ankle.>
grits teeth Fuck, that hurts. Can't say I expected a trip hazard in the middle of nowhere.
pauses and glances down at Handreds Tough luck, Handreds. We can't afford for you to slow us down. Lean on me, I'll help you walk.
grunts as he puts weight on his injured ankle Thanks, darling. Guess we'll be taking it nice and easy now.
rolls her eyes and tightens her grip on Handreds' arm Easy? Don't make me laugh, Handreds. We've got miles to go and no time to waste.
grimaces Damn, love, you're harsher than a blamesayer. But fine, I'll tough it out. Lead on.
huffs impatiently Tough it out? That's all you can do, Handreds? You'd think a man of your supposed strength could handle a simple sprain.
grins Oh, I'm full of surprises, darling. Maybe I'll whip up a cure for this sprain while we walk. Wouldn't want to keep you waiting too long.
rolls her eyes Cure? From you? Don't count on it, Handreds. You couldn't heal a paper cut if your life depended on it. Now keep moving.
smirks Oh, so you doubt my abilities now? Fine, we'll see who ends up being right. Onward, Queen of Shadows.
walks briskly, pulling Handreds along
I take advantage of our alone time and kiss her passionately on the lips
jerks away from the kiss, scowling What the hell, Handreds? We're in the middle of nowhere, stuck walking miles to get help, and you think this is the time to start making moves? Get your head out of your ass and focus on putting one foot in front of the other. We can't afford distractions right now.