[ emma is disoriented - more than usual, this jump, because she hadn't entirely been expecting to make it through this jump. she still looks out of it even as she approaches her locker, numbly opening it. the haze is broken by a familiar voice - it had been months now since she'd heard it, but it wasn't one easily forgotten - and she finishes pulling on her sweater, foregoing boots to move around the row of lockers and stop short at the sight of him. ]
Hook.
[ it's flat and disbelieving. how does he keep popping back into her life? every time she thinks she's left him behind ... she blinks, pushing down the confusion and collecting herself to offer something more substantial. ]
What the hell are you doing here?
[ or ... in theory, more substantial. more importantly, why the hell is he asking about new york? ]
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Hook.
[ it's flat and disbelieving. how does he keep popping back into her life? every time she thinks she's left him behind ... she blinks, pushing down the confusion and collecting herself to offer something more substantial. ]
What the hell are you doing here?
[ or ... in theory, more substantial. more importantly, why the hell is he asking about new york? ]