"Aw, this was a terrible idea!" Gwen complained, peeking out from underneath her blindfold.
"You were the one who picked the costumes," Faux commented, amused. "I'd have thought a doctor might have put together that blindfolds means you can't see."
She ignored his jab, just one of many in their back-and-forths. "I was expecting the kind where you can see through strategically placed holes, not a thin fabric." She tilted her head. "I can see just fine a few feet in front of me in good lighting..."
"... But not in the dark," Faux finished. "As in, the thing we're gonna be surrounded by most of the night."
"Yeah," she admitted, annoyed.
"... Do you trust me?"
She blinked, looking up at him. "Huh?"
His expression didn't change, not that she could make it out through the blindfold. "Do you trust me."
She thumbed the handle of her trick or treat bucket. "I mean... yeah. Of course."
He turned off the lights, reached over and pulled her blindfold back over her eyes. "Are you ready to put your life in my hands?"
Gwen inhaled sharply. Her heart thumped as she felt his hand on her thigh. She felt an excited heat fill her, a nervousness mixed with curiosity. She sat there for too long, unable to hear anything but her heart, her breath and the wind outside. "..... Yes."
He snatched her hand. They were off, stealing away in the night in the total darkness, blind as fools and laughing excitedly the whole way.
, panty shot
, dr gwen mason
, trick or treating
, nier automata
, faux filot
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