larue: (my neon eyes are set on you)
𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 ([personal profile] larue) wrote in [personal profile] therealbrianna 2014-02-18 01:16 am (UTC)

[ Come on, come on... the plane rolls forward and plummets from the shelf, but Josh thinks up you go and it swings upward just inches from clattering on the floor.

Outside, the look on his face is focused, tongue in cheek as he squints, relaxes, and squints again; focused thought guiding the plane shakily through the air, down the hallway and curving along the stairs before it veers too close to a wall. ]


Dammit, [ Josh hisses as he presses hands against the side of Brianna's home, head tilted to one side as if trying to get a better sense of where the plane had clattered.

( Thank goodness the one he'd picked was a solid model casted out of metal. )

Finding the shape of it slid under a coffee table, he focuses again and nudges it along the floor towards the kitchen, momentum allowing it to pick up speed and rise off the floor -- first an inch, and then two, three --

There we go.

Airborne again and less uncertain this time in it's flightpath, floating gracefully towards the key holder mounted on the wall and dipping just enough so that it turns, at his command, to snatch the keys by it's tailfin.

Come to Joshua, little guy.

Zooming now, through the air in their direction-- ]
Bri, window, window, quick!

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