Ridgefield County Fair funnel(cake) of love
#51
Her car twirled, a graceless pirouette, and she glanced off the front of his vehicle in turn, sending him shuddering backwards again. She howled with laughter, and he was just shy of cackling himself. His car nosed wildly away, and he struggled to whip it back around, grinning broadly as it smashed into the side of her car again - and then stopped moving altogether. All of them did, the cars sighing to lazy halts in unison, and where the ruckus had died off, there remained the sounds of hammering hearts and panting breaths and trills of laughter. Lazarus didn't stand immediately, watching Safiya as other patrons gigglingly stumbled to their feet.

Thank god neither of them had thrown up in the middle of the action.
#52
Aaah! He managed to t-bone her, and she crinkled her nose at him, intent on turning around to crash him to the side. But, her efforts were fruitless. With a mechanic hum, the cars shut down, the electricity that powered them shut off. Feeling energized and sort of like she was near the edge of some kind of explosion, Safiya wiggled in her seat until the technician signaled for them to rise. Unbuckling, she hopped up, her stomach in knots.

Beaming, she hopped out and toward Lazarus, hands extending as she reached him. "That was fun!" She said, moving to shoulder against him as they exited the ring. "I don't think I've ev- huh." Huh, was a noise she made, not a word. It was a sort of chesty noise, and it was inspired by the sudden twist of her gut. Very, very quickly, she became aware that the feeling of her stomach in knots hadn't been excitement. Fuck. Ah! FUCK! "No,nope, ohnonoh." Was mostly more noises as she moved away from Lazarus suddenly, her head whipping around for a trash can. But she was a few steps away before it was pretty much fruitless. :(.

Surprisingly, it was more pink than the cotton candy had been.
#53
Okay, okay, time to get up. Lazarus, not without some struggling, unfolded himself from the little car again, taking her extended hand, feeling not quite himself. She'd had fun, and so had he, really. He listened to her, slow to realize that she hadn't finished her sentence because she was... making sounds that even a man who lived in a shack for a century and a half recognized. He released her, watching her go, dazed smile replaced by a more familiar, deeply-etched frown.

She didn't get very far before the cotton candy was crawling its way back up, or... some semblance of what it had been, a wet pink watery web. Lazarus couldn't bear to look at it or her for more than a second, turning away with a grimace, disgusted even as he anticipated his own upcoming sickness. It inspired him to find a porta potty immediately, some place to hide and be prepared for when his turn arrived. It was especially tempting for the number of eyes that were on them, to slink away and disappear.

He did manage to find some paper towels for her relatively close, however begrudging, and silently held them out to her.
#54
If she could pick any power to have right now, it would be invisibility. She grimaced as her stomach clenched, empty again but still unsettled. Teary eyed, she declined to look around side from the sudden extension of paper towels that were being offered out. She took them, overtly wiping her mouth. Fucking gross. She sniffed once, then looked up to him with a frown. "I'm gonna turn into a bat and fly into oblivion now." She informed him, half actually considering it.
#55
The napkins came in handy, at least, and he fixed her with a frown as she collected herself, looking up at him. Fly into oblivion. He couldn't blame her. He grunted some quiet sound of acknowledgement, observing the dirt between them for a moment. "Don't go someplace I can't find ya. Reckon I'll be gettin' bit in the ass soon, too." Even as he said it, his eyes were moving, looking for the tell-tale blue cans of privacy. It couldn't be much longer now for him, and just the thought of it made him think that maybe his stomach was starting to tie itself up. "Gonna go... camp in a stall," he announced to her, meandering sullenly toward the long row of porta potties.
#56
She kind of hadn't been serious, though! But, he was leaving her. And she let him, pouting softly as she waved him off. This sucked :(. Was the cotton candy even worth it? Whyyyyy did she have to ruin things so quickly. Ugh. Sighing softly, Safi did sort of wander off out of the public eye, and popped into a winged little bat. From there, she fluttered around the fair grounds in the vicinity, spotting a group of college kids that were drunk and not staying together very well. Well. At least there was a potential meal to pursue? She'd suggest it once Lazarus had done the miserable deed of puking in a porta potty.
#57
Porta potties were the most abominable creations man had ever stitched together. This came from a man who'd grown up without proper plumbing. He nearly considered himself blessed here, having the option to comfortably forgo breathing. Which he absolutely did, though it did nothing to mitigate the sheer disgust he felt in the dim, dank, tight space. He did make the mistake, no matter how briefly, of observing the toilet's contents. Everything was soaked in a disturbing shade of blue, a Frankenstein creature living in the bottom of a plastic well. Disgusting. Fucking disgusting.

He wasn't sure exactly how much time passed before his stomach decided it'd had enough. He spent all of it feeling prematurely nauseous, wondering if breathing would make him vomit before he absolutely had to, but lacking the courage to test the theory. Maybe he was better off just running from the carnival altogether. The only thing that kept him from that was Safiya - no matter how embarrassed or disgusted he was with any of this sugarcoated misery, he couldn't leave her behind.

Finally, finally, he got it out, practically writhing with the intense need to not fucking touch any part of his plastic cell besides the door. The sound was the worst. The sound of vomiting was worse than the sound of something dying. He burst out so quickly that the door slammed open into the next porta potty over, and he cringed into himself, scowling his discontent. Where Safiya was not immediately in sight, he felt the added twinge of fear that she had left him altogether, compounding into feeling pitiful and useless as he marched through the crowd.

>:[!
#58
She could spot the cranky figure from a mile away. The good thing was she wasn't a mile away, but only a few tents away, clinging to a soft teddy bear that was strung up as a prize. When he slunk into the crowd looking like a cat right after a bath, she fluttered after him. In a moment, he'd feel a light pressure on his shoulder, "I found some people we can probably see about a meal, if you want. Oooor we can go back to my place." Aaaand probably do nothing but definitely brush their teeth.
#59
He did feel her presence suddenly, and then literally the weight of her on his shoulder in the wake of the gentle beating of leathery wings. He was tense even as she settled there, suggesting a meal or a hasty retreat. He wiped at his mouth, momentarily torn on which he wanted more. Tense, tumultuous feelings lent themselves to wanting both, immediately. He wanted to drink someone dry in this foul mood, but also wanted to hide from the world until the next sunset. Life was hard.

"I suppose I need more than cotton candy," he groused lowly, eyes on the path ahead of him. If he felt any deeper a sense of shame, he might have bloodlusted on the spot. "Where am I headed?"
#60
A meal it was. Maybe it would help for him to feel in control of something once they got into it. "Head toward the ferris wheel, but take a right." She directed, and shuffled on his shoulder so she could nestle her head into the side of his neck. Just an angel on his shoulder, nothing weird here! She just wanted the rest of the night to go as well as it could without getting worse.
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