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"Yeah? Well you look a mess," he said with a little grin as he reached up and tugged a strand of her hair. "An' yeah, they come in handy," he said, getting off as well after kicking the kickstand down. He dug out a black and purple blanket, then a bag of snacks, before turning to the only tree in the field. There was a small area under the tree where he stopped and laid out the blanket, dropping down on it and digging through the basket.

"Got some candy... chips, couplea bottles of choke, churros," he listed as he pulled the things out. "Help yourself!"

"Yeah, it is," he said with a content look as he grabbed one of the churros and started munching. The breeze tugged at their clothes and he watched silently as the pale sun started going down. It was... nice, he decided. Peaceful. "If we did go on a roadtrip... which way would y'wanna go?" he asked her.

He was actually seriously considering it. He wondered if she realized that.

"True," he said, finishing off a bottle of choke and summoning his guitar. He tuned it absently, looking thoughtful. "I'll think bout it. If nothin' else, we can go on a weekend camping trip. There's some decent spots we can get to in a half a day or so."

Absently he started playing a mild song, leaning back against the trunk of the tree.

Roch was thinking. It wasn't something that really showed on his face, mostly because he appeared to be focusing on his guitar, but his mind was whirling. This--this definitely could go the way of being "too serious" he realized. Maybe Lark didn't, who knew how much she and Kettil had done? And that very question was none of his business to begin with, he thought--

But weekend trips, takin' her to prom (even though it wasn't a date--it was just... walking her, right?) What in the hell was he thinking?

Absently his fingers picked out another song by the same gruetube artist, mild and relaxing, even as his mind was going "ABORT ABORT ABORTTTT" at him. The contrast was completely ignored by him. He was going on with his inner argument--

He could absolutely trust Lark not to think it was anything other than friendship, he swore. He'd been flirting with her all morning and all she'd done was sock him in the gut a few times, right? So he was safe! And... somehow that thought made him feel really pathetic at flirting...

Plus, she followed him on Critter, he thought, cheering up. That meant she knew he had a pizza date with Mia planned, and a bbq convention with Marosa--but did Marosa count as a date? Who cared? He had no doubts he'd be setting up other dates on it--it was too easy to pass up! So he was definitely not on her list of prospective boilfriends. Because who wanted to date a guy that had a different date every weekend?

"Okay, it's drivin' me jackin' crazy," he said, looking at her and digging through his pocket. "It might not bother you, but if I take y'back lookin' like that a lot of creeple are goin' t'think we did somethin' other than a jaunt on a bike," he told her, letting his guitar dissipate and patting the ground in front of him. "Sit here, back to me."

He pulled out a shining silver comb and a couple of black ribbons. What? He'd gotten in the habit of doing Terra's hair whenever she let him!

He started brushing her hair, gently undoing the tangles. "I don't give a jack what people think about me," he told her as he brushed it out. "But I ain't gonna let them talk about you," he told her. "Plus, indulge me, screech. I like playin' with hair."

His fingers were gentle but they seemed to know what they were doing as he started braiding her hair along her temple on one side of her head. "I'll let you be as bad as y'wanna be," he told her fondly. "But I'll be jacked if I let people look at one of my favorite ghouls like she's... less than perfect."

Or easy, he thought, not about to say it aloud. When he was finished, her hair looked something like this.

He looked at her, a bland expression on his face as he debated on explaining. Then, evilly, he decided she was old enough. "I meant I didn't want people sayin' y'ran off for the afternoon for a night of sleepin' with me," he told her bluntly. "An' we're friends, an' there IS such a thing as 'friends with benefits,' y'know?" he went on.

"But y'ain't that type of friend, screech--hell, you can't even look at my a** without turnin' red as a firecracker, much less stick your tongue down my throat," he teased. "Course, I ain't gonna complain if y'wanna try it, but even if you DID--" and he clearly doubted she would, "I'd still make sure nobody even dreamed y'd do that sortta thing."

Blunt enough?