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[quitchasing.livejournal.com]

[Homeward, cradling a flask of coffee.]

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[unfamiliar-jaf.livejournal.com]

[Just walking along, but he grins and gives Jude a small salute with the brim of his hat at passing.] Hoy, handsome.

[quitchasing.livejournal.com]

Hey, fella. [There's only one person who gets 'handsome' from him. Well. Maybe, two, maybe to the power of maybe. Early days, early ways~] You're looking well.

[unfamiliar-jaf.livejournal.com]

Feeling pretty well, too. I think the new year's come at a great time.

[quitchasing.livejournal.com]

This year had its moments, but I got a feeling that the new one's getting off to a great start, yeah. I'm just praying that it stays that way.

[unfamiliar-jaf.livejournal.com]

Heh, your mouth to God's ears, man. So, how are ya?

[quitchasing.livejournal.com]

Sorry, now I'm just picturing God's ears. ... I am not too bad, thanks. Yawning and almost through my stocks of caffeine. But homeward bound.

[unfamiliar-jaf.livejournal.com]

Home again, home again...jiggity-jig. [He chuckles.]

[quitchasing.livejournal.com]

I haven't jiggity-jigged in too long. And New Year's is a time for dancing, I guess... [God help him.]

[unfamiliar-jaf.livejournal.com]

[Jaf impishly offers a hand.] Lemme give ya a whirl? [This is probably Jack rubbing off on him.]

[quitchasing.livejournal.com]

Thought you'd never ask. [He is completely okay with that.]

[unfamiliar-jaf.livejournal.com]

[Let us now note: when they talk about angels dancing on the head of a pin, they don't generally mean Jaf. He's got rhythm, sure, but the grace of a juvenile hedgehog.

That said, he has fun anyway, as he draws Jude in and begins to sway.]

[quitchasing.livejournal.com]

[So long as he isn't prickly. It's warmth, and contact, and he hones in on that like oxygen or light. He's putting his flask down and wiggling his half-froze toes in his boots and going there, happily. And, if he had a better laughing icon, he'd be utilising it.]

Hey, dance partner. I'm waiting for the whirl.

[unfamiliar-jaf.livejournal.com]

[Does unshaven count for prickly?

He takes Jude's hand, and offers that whirl.]

Wait no longer, sunshine.

[unfamiliar-jaf.livejournal.com]

[Just walking along, but he grins and gives Jude a small salute with the brim of his hat at passing.] Hoy, handsome.

[quitchasing.livejournal.com]

Hey, fella. [There's only one person who gets 'handsome' from him. Well. Maybe, two, maybe to the power of maybe. Early days, early ways~] You're looking well.

[unfamiliar-jaf.livejournal.com]

Feeling pretty well, too. I think the new year's come at a great time.

[quitchasing.livejournal.com]

This year had its moments, but I got a feeling that the new one's getting off to a great start, yeah. I'm just praying that it stays that way.

[unfamiliar-jaf.livejournal.com]

Heh, your mouth to God's ears, man. So, how are ya?

[quitchasing.livejournal.com]

Sorry, now I'm just picturing God's ears. ... I am not too bad, thanks. Yawning and almost through my stocks of caffeine. But homeward bound.

[unfamiliar-jaf.livejournal.com]

Home again, home again...jiggity-jig. [He chuckles.]

[quitchasing.livejournal.com]

I haven't jiggity-jigged in too long. And New Year's is a time for dancing, I guess... [God help him.]

[unfamiliar-jaf.livejournal.com]

[Jaf impishly offers a hand.] Lemme give ya a whirl? [This is probably Jack rubbing off on him.]

[quitchasing.livejournal.com]

Thought you'd never ask. [He is completely okay with that.]

[unfamiliar-jaf.livejournal.com]

[Let us now note: when they talk about angels dancing on the head of a pin, they don't generally mean Jaf. He's got rhythm, sure, but the grace of a juvenile hedgehog.

That said, he has fun anyway, as he draws Jude in and begins to sway.]

[quitchasing.livejournal.com]

[So long as he isn't prickly. It's warmth, and contact, and he hones in on that like oxygen or light. He's putting his flask down and wiggling his half-froze toes in his boots and going there, happily. And, if he had a better laughing icon, he'd be utilising it.]

Hey, dance partner. I'm waiting for the whirl.