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Who: Rochelle and Gilbert Nightray.
When: 2/24
Where: The zoo!
Summary: Gil and Ro hang out and do stuff.
Warnings: NOTHING.

Despite the Infection, Rochelle was still a pretty good driver. Ellis was the one who insisted on driving any time they actually HAD to take a car during the apocalyse anyway. But regardless, Gil was still... Gil. It hadn't suprised her, and she expected it coming.

That's why she made sure to drive EXTRA careful for him, just in case, to hopefully show him it's not so bad.

"How you doing?"

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"Oh! Are you sure?"

Though she was more concerned for his well being if he went through it again--her only experience with his Raven thing was being taken to the hospital, it was obvious she liked the idea of being able to look up at the stars in peace again.

"Mm. Positive."

He'd been frantic last time and hadn't paced himself. Plus, he's been powerless for so long, he'll take any chance he can to reconnect with the power that he'd worked so hard to obtain.

Rochelle straightened up with him. A shrug of her shoulder shifted her purse strap back in it's place. She grinned at him, obviously pleased by the prospect.

"If you say you can handle it and it's safe? I trust you. I'd seriously LOVE to see the stars in peace for once in my life."

She started walking along--the seal exhibit was actually pretty close to this now.

Onward to seals!

"Then...please let me do this for you. Sometime."

Ro looked over her shoulder at them as they kept walking back up to the ground floor. Area. Thing.

"If you can do it now? I'd LOVE to." She nodded. "Sometime."

Oh, and BY THE WAY. Seals. There were otters too, seperated by a thick piece of glass despite the fact that technically, they were in the same pool. With minor adjustments so each animal could function comfortably in it.

And Rochelle lit the fuck up.

"Hey! There's the babies."

LOOK AT THOSE BABY OTTERS PLAYING AROUND.

LOOK AT 'EM.

That's all it takes to make his shoulders relax and a small smile to tug his lips into a happier position. It's been so long since he's been able to feel useful outside of simple things like keeping the store running or making dinner. The number of people that he's responsible for keeps dropping, leaving holes in his day that are otherwise filled with bouts of anxiety and thoughts of Oz and Jack.

At least this way he can do a job that few others can do, for an outcome that will make someone else happy. That's all he's ever wanted.

...Wow, oh my god, baby otters are the cutest things ever. We'll just be over here PRESSING OUR FACE TO THE GLASS LIKE A CHILD. Well, standing close to it at least because d'awwwww.

"O-oh...they're cute..."

The otters were in the water, one baby swimming around with it's mother. The baby looked a little reluctant, as the mama was teaching it how to swim. But every time the baby tried to get out, she dragged it right back in until it was accustomed to the water.

Rochelle laughed at the sight and made a 'awww' as she stood next to Gilbert.

"That's adorable."

He laughs along with her and watches the baby start to paddle lopsidedly while the mother floats along at their side to help straighten them out.

"It is."

Ro leaned on the railing now, one arm resting on it.

"Poor little guy. If I got to learn to swim like that?" The pup attempted to make another escape. Mama got right in and dunked him underwater. "I don't think I'd ever wanna swim."

Speaking of that, Rochelle doesn't know how to swim. This is canon.

"You never learned?"

He directs the question to her, but he's still watching the little pup try to surface.

Which the pup does. He's learning, but any escape attempts are being thwarted by mom. He seems to be getting accostomed to the water, at least.

Rochelle, meanwhile, looks just the tiniest bit sheepish. "Not... really."

He obviously doesn't judge her for it, but it is sort of a weird thing for him that she never learned. But then, there were a lot of things that people just didn't need to know anymore.

"I learned when I was young...actually, just like this. Master Oscar threw me into the pond."

Rochelle looked a little less sheepish at that.

"Seriously?" She couldn't help a small laugh, but she looked sympathetic. "I feel bad for you, I just never learned."

"It helped me learn..."

Like it or not, he did learn quickly. Funny how fast you pick things up when you're about to die.

"I guess there's no point in knowing how to do it here."

"Uh, yeah. I don't think I wanna get dunked in the water any time soon." Rochelle said with a lopsided smirk. She shakes her head. "ESPECIALLY here."

Though she would know about how fast you pick up things when you're gonna die. Learning how to shoot and fight back is a good example of that.

No kidding. Who knew what was in the water in this place. At least it seemed like the zoo was darkness proofed at night - that or these adorable animals rotted every evening, and that's just a horrifying thought.

"There are more important things to learn," he says with a shrug. "Unless you're an otter, I guess."

"Huh, good thing I'm not. Not that there's anything wrong with otters, but I think I like being human."

It was better than being a zombie, anyway. She keeps watching the two otters swim around. The pup seems to be getting the hang of paddling.

Children and adults alike coo at the sight of the baby starting to paddle all on his own. Gilbert would join in too, but HE'S TRYING TO BE COOL HERE. Maybe.

"Ah...it might be bad luck to say something like that out loud here."

He wouldn't put it past someone with strange powers in this place to be able to change people into animals.

Ro gave a light laugh at everyone cooing. It was sweet. Then she turned to Gil.

"Oh, right. I forgot about that."

Sometimes it's best to side with superstition, no matter how silly one might feel. A couple of kids rush past him to press their faces as close to the glass as they can get, so he takes a step back to give them more space.

"...But at least things seem to be normal right now."

It's not so much superstition as it is luck in Rochelle's case. Usually this baddest-woman-alive's lucky streak was not that great.

She backs up too when the kids come, a small smirk on her face now.

"Yeah... they do. Like I said, haven't been to one of these since I was a kid with my little brothers."

He gives her a curious look. She hadn't wanted to speak about family before, so he simply stores this information away and doesn't ask her to draw it out.

"I haven't been able to let my mind calm down like this for a while," he admits to her, quietly.

"Thank you for bringing me here."

Rochelle nodded as she motioned for him to follow. She didn't know where they would be going now, just anywhere to explore. There were still plenty of animals to look at.

"Hey, don't worry about it. I needed a day out myself."

He follows dutifully, sparing one last glance over his shoulder at the swimming pup before turning to look at her.

"I'd still like to do something to thank you...pay for lunch or something, at least."

She looked over her shoulder.

"You sure? For once in my life, I have money."

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