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Sasha huffed quietly as she rolled Jerry off of Bix, tending to the albino before she moved back to Jerry.

"You, okay Bix?" He seemed to be fine at first glance, but one could never be certain.

She fussed with Jerry's vest, deftly untangling him from both vest and glasses. He really was an impossible man. Once she'd set him free, Sasha stepped back; glasses in one hand, vest in the other.

She held them out to Jerry with lofty brows.

"Pffflllllbbbbt. Plllt." Bix was spitting fuzz out of his mouth. "I'm fine. Thanks."

He was still coming down off of cookies. "Your sweater is groooooosssss tasting though. Make sure to wash that when you get back."

The albino finally got to his feet and realized that when he'd falled he'd clanched his hand and half of the suntan lotion had squeezed out over his arm. he now had way too much on his hand.

"Who wants some sunscreen?"

Bix shrugged when there were no takers. He took tiny dabs of sunscreen and dotten them all over his face before rubbing them in. He then walked over to Molly and drew some warpaint on her face with the sunscreen as well.

"Looking fierce." He winked.

Once he was satisfied that he'd covered himself, he took a towl and wiped his hands off.

"I think I want to sit down a bit. I'm going to the resting tent." The cookies were wearing off a bit so he ended up giving Molly a pretty awkward, blushy hug before he skedaddled out of the tent.

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Molly had just been sitting and enjoying the feeling of a water bottle in her hands. It was nice to be out of the heat of the sun and under the shade of the tent, and admittedly she was probably zoning out a bit, so when there was cool sun lotion touching her face, she started and eeped lightly.

She blinked up at the albino hunter, and then gave a laugh. “Do I? How wonderful! I’ll take your word for it! Thank you for the lotion!” She may have turned a bit redder at the wink, but it was hard to say, and she was about to rub the sun lotion in until she was given an awkward hug. “O..oh! Alright!” She hugged him back as best as she could with her coat tying up her arms. “Have a good rest, Bix! I’m going to stay here for a bit longer. I still need to apply my bandages, and then I’m going to stick around to help.”

She waved to the young man as he left, and then went about rubbing in the lotion on her face. Ahh, sweet relief. She took another swig of her water, and then set to work applying her bandages.

It took a while for Rep's brain to catch up with anything as he savoured the backrub. Somewhere there was a moment of chaos as Jerry fell over. Jerry was such a silly man. But nothing could pull him properly out of his reverie as what felt like /years/ of tension vanished. Julie was a ******** fantastic person and so was Harrison. He didn't even notice the lazy hums of satisfaction he was making now and then, it was just /relief/.

"Bet she didn't get them for long." he murmured lazily.

At the mention of the kit, he raised a brow. You could polish weapons?


<< Effort. >>
< An effort you will make after I've done all this work for you these last few days >
<< What work? >>
< You still having an arm. >

"Mmmh. Seems like he'd like that. He says.." he donned a falsetto imitation of Tracey's voice, camp twang and all "Thank-youuu Harrison"

< Yes. Yes I do. >

Rep found it so much easier to talk without thinking while he was being ******** pampered beyond anything he'd run into before, so as Jerry came over he got a lazy amicable look.

"Your problem Jerry mate. Is..well. You have like no ******** manly. At all." He prodded the other man in the arm as an illustration. "So okay maybe you don't have the ******** build to carry off a like sexy build like " he inclined his head to Harrison and Jordan. "But its all about the ******** attitude man."

"Women..women like badboys right? They like to know their place and s**t. If they wanted a p***y they'd get a mirror, dig? They want a ******** man who is going to tell them what's good for them."

He paused for just a moment as the backrub kidnapped his brain before blinking. "Yeah. They want like..someone who doesn't give a ********. They don't need sensitive, they need strong. Strong and ******** indifferent. You don't need them. They need you."

For just a moment he looked Jerry over. "Lose the grandpa fashion too."

Rep might have been a little... rough around the edges, but Jerry honestly believed he was probably a good guy somewhere down in there. Especially if Harrison and Jordan both liked him. And he certainly looked like a Man's Man. He must know what he was talking about. "Indifference? But..." His brows furrowed as he tried to make sense of this advice. "Gram always told me to be nice to ladies. Hold their chair out, hold the door for them, etc. She said they liked being treated like princesses." He sighed. Rep was right, though. As far as he could tell... they did like Bad Boys. Look at Candace and... he sighed, shaking the thought from his head. "Strong, huh? I... I guess... I guess I could try..." He rubbed the back of his head before shrugging out of his shirt into his undershirt. Yes, he wore an undershirt.

At Rep's last comment he stared down at his sandy loafers, "But I've always dressed like this!"