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May. 6th, 2007 02:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Jack's outside, today. He went for a run, most of the morning, and is now sitting by the side of the lake feeling pleased with himself. He'd kind of been afraid he would have gotten out of shape in the past few months, but apparently the Delicate Flowers is an excellent workout.
Now he's vaguely contemplaing swimming, and if anyone will really care that much if he does so in the nude.
He'll probably make a decision in half an hour or so, but for now he's just enjoying the sun.
Now he's vaguely contemplaing swimming, and if anyone will really care that much if he does so in the nude.
He'll probably make a decision in half an hour or so, but for now he's just enjoying the sun.
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Date: 2007-05-08 10:45 am (UTC)"Room out here for two, or's that sunbeam all yours?"
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Date: 2007-05-08 11:48 am (UTC)"Oh, this sunbeam's all mine."
Pause, wince at the line, carry on.
"How are you doing, Rose?"
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Date: 2007-05-08 12:20 pm (UTC)"Oh, you know. About the usual."
Her bright grin betrays any sort of boredom the statement might've otherwise conveyed.
"Never the same place twice, except here and home. Just between you and me? Here's better."
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Date: 2007-05-08 12:29 pm (UTC)"I won't tell your mother. Not that I've ever met her, but I won't use my obvious secret-spilling telepathic frequency to let her know."
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Date: 2007-05-08 12:41 pm (UTC)Given the dispositions of both parties, any likely outcomes would result in her being unable to even look at either of them again.
"... right, Jack? You can never ever meet my mother. Ever. And I mean that."
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Date: 2007-05-08 02:53 pm (UTC)Sort of.
But he can understand a 21st century mother being less than impressed by him, he supposes. But he could always flirt his way-
Oh, right.
"...Sorry, forget I asked that."