chester and ingrid

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silently watching ingrid play packman,
he couldn't help but secretly gush over her cute pout,
and frustrated sighs when she couldn't pass a level.

it was adorable, really,
and he couldn't help but smile at it.

he watched her for a while,
not even realizing when the bus started rolling.

she turned around after her seemingly 50th try,
and sighed, feeling aggravated.

'let's do something' she said to chester,
pursing her lips.

'like what?' he said, chuckling.

if she hadn't realized, they were on their way to nowhere.

'i don't know.. just, not that silly game' she looked down, frustrated, once-again

"ok.. how about- eye spy?" he pondered,
searching for anything but the dull grey coating the walls.

"what's that?" she asked

he was surprised.

"what, were you secluded your whole life?" he asked dubiously

"uhm, no? what is it?" she asked, rolling her eyes, now aggravated,
but not about the game.

"ok, well, you see-
one person picks an item,
and says the main color of it,
without telling the other, they have to guess what it is" he explained

"huh, ok.. now how we supposed to play this on a moving bus?"
she pondered, looking at him in 'the way'

"i dunno.. find a way?" he said, smiling like a goof

"ok.. you start"

he muttered an ok, excited he had finally gotten somewhere with ingrid,
and came around his seat behind her,
plopping on the seat, getting a scolding from the bus-driver in the process,
of to which ingrid laughed at.

"ok, so.. i spy with my little eye,
something that is..red..?" he coulnt tell if it was salmon or a faded red.

"the fire sign?" she wondered, and he was a little surprised.

sure, they were in a moving vehicle,
but there were quite a few things red in here.. emergency exits,
window deco.s, etc.. and she had thought the same as him.

he cleared his throat and muttered-;

"your turn" with a sly smile

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