Snippet #906167

Dawn scowled. As much as she would die thrice over to admit it, her outburst had not been from anger -- or at least, not malicious anger -- but from concern. She was worried, and she hated it. The redhead was not very good at all at expressing concern, and the only way she could do it without brooding was through a rant. But obviously, she couldn't explain that to Sheri, for the same reason that she couldn't have simply said as much to Logan in the first place. As such, something of a pained expression came upon her face as she attempted to combine anger, brooding and irritation with exasperation, surprise, and even apology.

Even as Sheri did as none would have likely dared prior to the current circumstances, Dawn did not rise to the challenge. She could not communicate to Sheri that the only reason she had let loose was because she cared for Logan -- cared for them both -- and so the only thing that she could do to even come close to it was simply to nod in a manner that almost approached meekness. let Sheri think it was her determined and dismissive manner that had done it, but in truth it was a small whisper of her true feelings. Dawn grimaced just to be thinking anything that soppy...

But then the bike came into question, and Dawn's eyes widened.

She followed after the larger woman hastily, opening her mouth to protest, but not quite getting around to it as she was distracted by Logan's shrill whining. Dawn spared him a glance, blinking at his apparent incompetence, before turning back. And widening her eyes further. Was she... no. Surely not...

Dawn practically ran after Sheri then, drawing alongside her after a few bounds. She opened her mouth for a second time to protest -- this was her beauty, her prized possession, her cherished birthday gift from two years ago, more so than any of her other expensive things; the one possession that she never let out of her sight for more than an hour at a time. She'd always imagined riding it all the way through life, doing everything with it... okay, maybe not quite that dramatic, but the gist was there. She couldn't just let Sheri dump it in a marsh!

Before the redhead could speak, however, Sheri did so herself.

"This is your test, dear. Are you going to risk the cycle being found and our trail being followed? It's all cute games when you're slashing necks in high school, but things are getting really real, really fast."

Dawn blinked, mouth left open as if ready to speak, closing for a moment before opening again. No, this wasn't necessary -- they could hide it! And... come back to it? Yeah. That. The sirens passing overhead granted Dawn another moment to procrastinate with her response, inwardly scowling and outwardly staring.

.. it was just the gurgling of the crick that could be heard, now.

"Guys!"

Logan's approach snapped Dawn out of her thoughts to glance up at him, looking incredibly bemused, entirely unfettered in his naivety and, she had to admit, somewhat sweet in his wide-eyed innocence. Wait... what? That hadn't been her thought, had it? If it had been, it was going to get a beating later.

"What's going on?"

Pushing her stray thoughts away, Dawn frowned. "Nothing." she said simply, walking to the bike and giving it a hefty kick. The bright red, shiny cycle rolled forwards down the small slope, looking its most expensive in the few moments before it landed in the sludge with an unpleasant gluuuummmp. Dawn tossed the helmet in after it, sighing and giving Sheri a pointed glance before brushing past Logan to walk back a few paces and stare upwards at the sky.

"Nothing at all. Just cleaning up.." she murmured, letting out a second sigh. She wasn't entirely sure what she was sighing about, really. Perhaps the end of the world was catching up to her...