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 Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2015 12:44 pm
5:47pm "Uh...doesn't ring a bell. He new?" Dawson asked curiously. "Not in Moon right, I been pretty good keepin' track a'those." Beat. "His beard ain't better than mine, right?" - - - 11:13 am "A lot, yeah?" He pat her shoulder. "Bad enough you comin' down here, huh. Well, we almost finished if that helps. Could go grab some lunch after if ya got time. I hear it's burgers," he whispered with conspiring glee. - - - 10:50 am "Noooooooooo...I thought my bear armor of amazingness +4 would save meeeeee..." He wailed one more time before descending to the ground, plopping down in absolute defeat. "Gotta greet the day with a smile, y'know, even if cuties he killin' ya. Now c'mere, you!" He reached around to try and pull Abbi into a proper hug.
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2015 1:51 pm
5:47 pm"Newish," she confirmed. "Not in Moon. He's a Sun." The question made her grin almost devilishly. "I dunno, it's hard to tell." Gretchen's had tilted as she gave his beard a closer look. "Might be a tie."
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2015 7:23 pm
11:13 am Maebe had managed to pick up one more piece of rubble, but when Dawson said they were almost done, she dropped it right where she'd picked it up and patted her hands clean. "Hell yes, burgers. I'm ready. I'm going to get like. Twelve of them." She was going to get one, and eat maybe half. " And fries." She tacked on after a beat.
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2015 9:12 pm
5:47 pm - training fields
"Tie?" Dawson sputtered overdramatically. "Hell naw, Beardy's the best! Kinda friend 'r you!" He forgot his shoulder was bad and tried to give her a light slap but only succeeded in causing some pain to shoot up his arm.
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11:13 am - lab wreckage
"Oh yeah? I bet I could eat more than you," Dawson challenged with a grin. "Maybe even thirteen."
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2015 10:13 pm
11:15 am - lab wreckageHer mouth opened to take him up on his dare, but a moment before she spoke she thought better of it, and took a breath. "And what, praytell, are the conditions? What do you get if you win?" She knew she had no chance. But there was always the hope that Dawson's requests were simply going to be something she was going to enjoy.. so she asked. Just in case.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 1:52 pm
5:47 pm -training fields"The sort that tells it true," she shot back, smiling up at him, jumping away from the swat, not that she'd had to. "I dunno, though," she added, stepping in again, as if she were giving his beard a proper look. "It could be you."
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2015 9:17 am
11:15 am - lab wreckage
"Uh." He hadn't exactly thought out a legitimate bet. Dawson scratched under his cap thoughtfully. "I dunno, uh...Wait a sec. Maebe Grace, you challengin' me to a food eatin' contest? Me?"
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5:47 pm - training fields
"Damn straight it is!" He stroked his beard confidently. "So, what, he yer boyfriend now or yer boytoy?" he asked with a cheeky grin. "Want I should go make sure he knows I'm watchin' him?"
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12:50 - 2:12 am - overlooking the beach
The stranger was given a dopey look--half exhaustion and half drunk--and then Dawson remembered to wave like a gentleman. "You do you, brother," he rumbled. "I'm just havin' a nice ol conversation with this...Russian...robit...asswipe 'r whatever." There wasn't much bite to his words.
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2015 5:16 pm
5:47 pm - training fieldsIt was a question she wasn't quite prepared to answer, mostly because she had never really thought about it. They hadn't talked about what spending time together meant, not beyond mutually expressing a desire to continue doing so. "We've not discussed labels," she admitted, shoulders rolling. "N' if you feel the need. He's a good guy though. I think you'd like'em."
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Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2015 10:40 pm
5:00 PM - Dorm
At some point, while Dawson was out on the training field, Scout left a small gift in Dawson's room. Not a proper gift with ribbons and festivities, but a thank you present.
First and foremost was a small toolbelt, one he'd let her borrow for the week. She was merely returning it.
Secondly was a small handful of bite sized cookies. Not nearly enough for Dawson's appetite, and they weren't amazing or homemade (just the kind that came in a plastic box, storebought and simple) but they were the only thing she could get her hands on to thank him for the favor.
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