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[dirt-inmybones.livejournal.com]

[ Boredly stirring dirt around his feet.]

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[rebutle.livejournal.com]

[Abigail notices the wisps of dirt that pick up and swirl as though caught by strange winds. It's interesting to watch, and she's cursed with almost Pandoran curiosity.

Which means that she's staring, rather blatantly, at him and the dirt around his feet.]

[dirt-inmybones.livejournal.com]

[Teddy looks up just as he was beginning to create shapes in the dust, and once he knows he's been noticed he almost immediately stops, kicking the dirt away as if it was simply the wind.] Morning.

[rebutle.livejournal.com]

Good morning, sir. How're you today?

[She's polite enough not to ask. Her accent is Irish, and she lightly kicks at the dirt a bit sheepishly.]

[imissfries.livejournal.com]

[Someone's watching him -- a black-eyed someone with a fascinated grin, although she's not making any move to say anything or interrupt him.]

[tehsmurphette.livejournal.com]

[Sami plops down on the bench near him, leaning back and watching.]

Hey, you. What's up?

[dirt-inmybones.livejournal.com]

[Without raising his head to look at her he playfully morphs the dirt into a straight line, and aims right for her boots.] Not much. You?

[tehsmurphette.livejournal.com]

[On reflex she lifts her feet, stomping lightly.] Same old, same old. Kinda sore. Chased out a bar fight last night and someone cracked me one. [She rubs at her jaw and gives a shake of her head, frowning.] Couldn't even tell who it was that got me so it wasn't like I could hit 'em back. Kicked 'em out, though.

[dirt-inmybones.livejournal.com]

[He snorts and continues to play with the dirt, drawing a circle with it in the air. but he does look at her this time.] One of these days your going to really get into it with the wrong guy darlin.
Then again I'd bet my ass you could take him.

[tehsmurphette.livejournal.com]

Damn right I could take him. [She grins, just a hint of smugness there.] I've been behavin' lately. Been a while since I've actually settled down and stayed in one place, figured it was about time.

Can't be a wild child forever, eh?

[dirt-inmybones.livejournal.com]

Nope. After all you're getting on in years, you'll be sitting high in a rocking chair before you know it. [The wide grin on his face betrays his 'wise' tone. He leans back onto the bench and drops the dirt, looking at her innocently.]

[tehsmurphette.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah. I'm pushing thirty, better look out. [Sami nudges him lightly, laughing and shaking her head. When she speaks again, it's obvious that she's teasing, giving back as good as she gets it.] I'll be getting the rocking chair for you first, old man.

[dirt-inmybones.livejournal.com]

Damn straight. After all your one of the reasons for all this grey in my hair. [He points to the barely there grey and white in his stubble, as if showing her will prove his hair is al lher fault.]

[tehsmurphette.livejournal.com]

[Chin in her hand, she looks at him with mock appraisal, as though really considering the fact that she gave him those grey hairs.] Nah, think those were there when I met ya. Couldn't have been from little ol' me.

[rebutle.livejournal.com]

[Abigail notices the wisps of dirt that pick up and swirl as though caught by strange winds. It's interesting to watch, and she's cursed with almost Pandoran curiosity.

Which means that she's staring, rather blatantly, at him and the dirt around his feet.]

[dirt-inmybones.livejournal.com]

[Teddy looks up just as he was beginning to create shapes in the dust, and once he knows he's been noticed he almost immediately stops, kicking the dirt away as if it was simply the wind.] Morning.

[rebutle.livejournal.com]

Good morning, sir. How're you today?

[She's polite enough not to ask. Her accent is Irish, and she lightly kicks at the dirt a bit sheepishly.]

[imissfries.livejournal.com]

[Someone's watching him -- a black-eyed someone with a fascinated grin, although she's not making any move to say anything or interrupt him.]

[tehsmurphette.livejournal.com]

[Sami plops down on the bench near him, leaning back and watching.]

Hey, you. What's up?

[dirt-inmybones.livejournal.com]

[Without raising his head to look at her he playfully morphs the dirt into a straight line, and aims right for her boots.] Not much. You?

[tehsmurphette.livejournal.com]

[On reflex she lifts her feet, stomping lightly.] Same old, same old. Kinda sore. Chased out a bar fight last night and someone cracked me one. [She rubs at her jaw and gives a shake of her head, frowning.] Couldn't even tell who it was that got me so it wasn't like I could hit 'em back. Kicked 'em out, though.

[dirt-inmybones.livejournal.com]

[He snorts and continues to play with the dirt, drawing a circle with it in the air. but he does look at her this time.] One of these days your going to really get into it with the wrong guy darlin.
Then again I'd bet my ass you could take him.

[tehsmurphette.livejournal.com]

Damn right I could take him. [She grins, just a hint of smugness there.] I've been behavin' lately. Been a while since I've actually settled down and stayed in one place, figured it was about time.

Can't be a wild child forever, eh?

[dirt-inmybones.livejournal.com]

Nope. After all you're getting on in years, you'll be sitting high in a rocking chair before you know it. [The wide grin on his face betrays his 'wise' tone. He leans back onto the bench and drops the dirt, looking at her innocently.]

[tehsmurphette.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah. I'm pushing thirty, better look out. [Sami nudges him lightly, laughing and shaking her head. When she speaks again, it's obvious that she's teasing, giving back as good as she gets it.] I'll be getting the rocking chair for you first, old man.

[dirt-inmybones.livejournal.com]

Damn straight. After all your one of the reasons for all this grey in my hair. [He points to the barely there grey and white in his stubble, as if showing her will prove his hair is al lher fault.]