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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2014-10-16 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
Pretty sure you've carried my ass enough lately. Not that I don't appreciate it, but I'm pretty sure these past few days are going to leave a serious dent on my self-worth.
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2014-10-16 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ He smiles as she pulls away. This is-- new. Good new. It's weird knowing he has someone he can trust. ]

Yeah, I know. More than happy to let you be the brawn in this relationship. And the brains. And the beauty.

I guess I'll be moral and emotional support or something.
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2014-10-16 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ He pumps a fist half-heartedly. ] Hurrah.

See? We're doing well.
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2014-10-16 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, I'll come with you and, I don't know, praise you on a job well done. Maybe I'll manage to catch something, too. Like a beetle or a slug.

[ He would move to get up, except-- she is on his lap. And-- she is on his lap. She's on his lap, and it's just now sinking in. ]
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2014-10-16 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He blinks a couple times, and his cheeks are definitely a little redder. If Maya isn't making a big deal of it, then he totally won't either, but when he speaks, his voice is a little choked and a half-octave higher than normal. ]

It's, uh. It's nothing. But-- we should probably head out before we lose the daylight.
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2014-10-16 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Not squirming. Nope. No squirming here, because he's stopping himself out of sheer force of will. But he absolutely does go redder. ]

Nothing! Really! Come on, there's hardly any light out there as it is with the storm, and if we wait too long you'll hardly be able to see your hand in front of your lap.

[ -- oops. ] Face! I meant face. Hand in front of your face.
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2014-10-17 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ Too quickly: ] Pssh. No, why would you think that?
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2014-10-17 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ -- god damn you, special bond. But now that the jig is up, he lets his gaze wander off the side. ]

I'm new at this stuff, okay?
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2014-10-17 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ Again, no hesitation: ] Yes.
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2014-10-17 07:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ He ventures a hesitant little smile at that. ] Totally find with that.

Just-- kinda need adjust to the idea of the first, I guess.
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2014-10-17 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ When she moves, he thinks, Show off, but decides to keep it to himself. He also thinks, Lucky. She won't have to trudge through mud, and while he's silent on that topic, as well, he does at least sigh a little as he gets up.

He stretches, arms above his head, before moving to grab his quiver and bow. ]


Ready if you are, Beauty.
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2014-10-18 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ He points at her. ]

Brawn and Beauty.

[ He points at himself. ]

Damsel in distress.
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2014-10-18 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
Really? That's too bad. [ He flashes her a small smile as he's getting his quiver situated. ] You don't think it's a little cute?

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