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“where should we go?”
“idiotic question; where shouldn’t we go?”
“don’t you think… perhaps… i mean, that this, this is not a good idea?”
“pardon?”
“don’t you think this whole pursuit is in vain? and we might get in trouble?”
“‘we might get in trouble’, is that what you said, filmore, is that right?”
there was a pause long enough that the silence began to clang in their eardrums
“we aren’t children, filly… oh, jesus, why did your parents name you such a thing—”
“listen, i don’t care if we’re seventeen and not ten, we could still get in trouble!”
“ah… okay, alright, alright, we cannot get in trouble with our parents, our rulers, our captors, if they cannot find us.”
another pause, but short
“you got me, fil?”
“okay. i… it’s just difficult for me, you know? pulling away from the reality i’ve been familiar with my whole life. you don’t know how scary it is for me—”
“i know. but life… life isn’t meant to be spent hunched over your laptop or playing out the routine for fifty, sixty years. the world just begs to be explored, to have fresh feet on undiscovered land, to… to…”
silence, then a rustle of clothing and quick feet across hardwood floor
“help me out with this, will you?”
“the sweaters?”
“yes, the sweaters, filmore, that’s what’s left, right, yes, go get the sweaters.”
“yeesh, let’s reduce the sass, shall we, dig?”
“quite the pair we are, filmore and dig. think they’ll write about us? we’ll go down in history as filmore and dig, are you proud of that, filly d?”
“don’t call me that.”
“hey”
there’s a soft clunk of books meeting the floor and a rustle of clothing
“fil, listen, if there’s anything i’d rather be doing right now… there isn’t. you’re a special kid, really, you are, and you don’t deserve the seclusion of human life. you need the wild! wilderness, animals, you need to bond with the earth, my brother!”
“oh, don’t call me your brother, dig.”
“my apologies. slip of the tongue, i was regaining my hippie motif.”
“you were born in the 90s.”
“of course i was! now get packing, i can almost hear your lard of a mother clambering up the stairs, right this second.”
“don’t call her a lard, oh my god di—”
“PACKING.”
“sorry.”
a moment, where the only sound is the swift folding of clothes and, finally, the zipping of a backpack
“filmore, i could not have picked a better partner… for this trip.”
“thank you?”
“why the upward inflection?”
“my entire life is an upward inflection, don’t question that.”
“and soon it will be an exclamation mark!”
“stop extending the metaphor, dig.”
“oh, extending the metaphor is my civil duty.”
“are we ready to go, then?”
“ah, eager beaver, filmore!”
pause
“okay yes sorry, let’s skidaddle. wouldn’t want your parents catching us just as we walk out the front door, eh?”
“oh, god”
“excuse me filmore now is not the time to get anxious because of a simple joke”
“hardly a joke, that was.”
“let’s go, already! i’m getting antsy.”
“you’ve been antsy for the past three hours.”
“of course, maybe if you hadn’t taken so bloody long this wouldn’t have been an issue, my being antsy for so long.”
“are you sure about this, dig?”
“never been more sure of anything in my entire life, poppet, now hike up that bag over your shoulder and let’s get outta here.”
“society will miss us.”
“they certainly will.”
“idiotic question; where shouldn’t we go?”
“don’t you think… perhaps… i mean, that this, this is not a good idea?”
“pardon?”
“don’t you think this whole pursuit is in vain? and we might get in trouble?”
“‘we might get in trouble’, is that what you said, filmore, is that right?”
there was a pause long enough that the silence began to clang in their eardrums
“we aren’t children, filly… oh, jesus, why did your parents name you such a thing—”
“listen, i don’t care if we’re seventeen and not ten, we could still get in trouble!”
“ah… okay, alright, alright, we cannot get in trouble with our parents, our rulers, our captors, if they cannot find us.”
another pause, but short
“you got me, fil?”
“okay. i… it’s just difficult for me, you know? pulling away from the reality i’ve been familiar with my whole life. you don’t know how scary it is for me—”
“i know. but life… life isn’t meant to be spent hunched over your laptop or playing out the routine for fifty, sixty years. the world just begs to be explored, to have fresh feet on undiscovered land, to… to…”
silence, then a rustle of clothing and quick feet across hardwood floor
“help me out with this, will you?”
“the sweaters?”
“yes, the sweaters, filmore, that’s what’s left, right, yes, go get the sweaters.”
“yeesh, let’s reduce the sass, shall we, dig?”
“quite the pair we are, filmore and dig. think they’ll write about us? we’ll go down in history as filmore and dig, are you proud of that, filly d?”
“don’t call me that.”
“hey”
there’s a soft clunk of books meeting the floor and a rustle of clothing
“fil, listen, if there’s anything i’d rather be doing right now… there isn’t. you’re a special kid, really, you are, and you don’t deserve the seclusion of human life. you need the wild! wilderness, animals, you need to bond with the earth, my brother!”
“oh, don’t call me your brother, dig.”
“my apologies. slip of the tongue, i was regaining my hippie motif.”
“you were born in the 90s.”
“of course i was! now get packing, i can almost hear your lard of a mother clambering up the stairs, right this second.”
“don’t call her a lard, oh my god di—”
“PACKING.”
“sorry.”
a moment, where the only sound is the swift folding of clothes and, finally, the zipping of a backpack
“filmore, i could not have picked a better partner… for this trip.”
“thank you?”
“why the upward inflection?”
“my entire life is an upward inflection, don’t question that.”
“and soon it will be an exclamation mark!”
“stop extending the metaphor, dig.”
“oh, extending the metaphor is my civil duty.”
“are we ready to go, then?”
“ah, eager beaver, filmore!”
pause
“okay yes sorry, let’s skidaddle. wouldn’t want your parents catching us just as we walk out the front door, eh?”
“oh, god”
“excuse me filmore now is not the time to get anxious because of a simple joke”
“hardly a joke, that was.”
“let’s go, already! i’m getting antsy.”
“you’ve been antsy for the past three hours.”
“of course, maybe if you hadn’t taken so bloody long this wouldn’t have been an issue, my being antsy for so long.”
“are you sure about this, dig?”
“never been more sure of anything in my entire life, poppet, now hike up that bag over your shoulder and let’s get outta here.”
“society will miss us.”
“they certainly will.”
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This is basically just some dialogue I randomly typed out. I was basically testing out if I could get a bit of character development without actually using description and instead relying solely on their exchanges.
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