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[hardlydead]

[ welcome to david and his trauma, it's all buried like a bunch of land mines and even he doesn't know where it all is. he's just thankful jeff doesn't get weird about it. ]

[ he huffs out a tired laugh and tilts his head back against the tree trunk with closed eyes. ]

What about you? That something you're interested in?

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[He'll just stake some little warning flags in the ground nearby.]

Yeah. I'm just shit at meeting people.

[hardlydead]

Maybe you'll meet someone at that book club.

[ he cracks a little smirk when he says it. ]

[outerfringe]

[Jeff shrugs dismissively.] As long as she bakes me cookies.

[hardlydead]

[ he laughs ]

Oatmeal cookies and glasses of sherry with the new wife.

[outerfringe]

[He laughs too, shaking his head at David's answer.]

This is such a stupid conversion.

[hardlydead]

[ gasp! ]

I don't think Gladys would be happy hearing you talk like that.

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Stoooop, come on.

[His shoulders tremble with laughter as he thumps his head back against the tree trunk.]

Way more into a silver fox, anyway.

[hardlydead]

[ he has absolutely zero intention of stopping, dumb grin getting bigger by the second. ]

Yeah? Scotch on the landing with Terrence after his grandkids have left.

[outerfringe]

Is Terrence an old man name? Never thought about that.

[He's watching David with partially lidded eyes, smiling just slightly.]

But yeah, I can think of worse ways to pass the time.

[hardlydead]

[ he gives the name thing some thought and turns his head to look at jeff with a shrug. he has no idea what's an old man name honestly, most names have been getting recycled for like 200 years. ]

Where's this rank? The company's good, but we don't have scotch so could go either way.

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Oh, top five, easily. The hot guy's never asked me to hang out behind the bleachers with him before.

[hardlydead]

[ that's nowhere near the kind of reply he expected, and david's laugh comes out suddenly, surprising him. ]

[ give him a sec, he'll have words again soon. ]

[outerfringe]

[He can't help the unbidden surge of social anxiety here, the worry he's read something extremely wrong, but none of that makes it to his face.]

And he thinks I'm funny, too.

[PLEASE think he's funny]

[hardlydead]

Very funny.

[ he turns his head so he can look at jeff and then leans over to kiss him after another moment's thought. ]

[outerfringe]

[There are things he wants to ask. David had only referenced ex-girlfriends, and Jeff finds himself alight with curiosity - but it's nosiness for the sake of nosiness, nothing he needs to know.

He reaches up to cradle David's cheek through the kiss. Maybe the sweetest guy with self-professed anger issues that Jeff has ever known.]

Whatever you say, man.

[hardlydead]

Never said my sense of humour was good.

[ he doesn't move away from the kiss to say it, grinning as he does. ]

[outerfringe]

[Jeff grins slightly into the kiss in turn, smoothing his hand from David's cheek down to the side of his neck.]

I don't buy it. The going back to fights when [haha] we get home.

[hardlydead]

[ that gives him a little pause and he pulls back just enough to look at jeff with a frown, even as he tilts his head a little into that touch. ]

Why not?

[outerfringe]

[An apologetic flex of the fingers, as if to indicate he's just teasing here.]

I dunno. Feel like I just haven't met the guy you're describing yet.

[hardlydead]

Not like there's much of an outlet here, is there? [ s i g h ] Who the fuck am I gonna fight? Felix?

[ not... that he's never thought about it. mostly because his football opinions are wrong. ]

[outerfringe]

[Jeff simply has never imagined that someone with anger issues might be so willing to cuddle.]

I'm not saying anything. Cheryl could take me down.

[hardlydead]

[ jeff clearly hasn't played with enough cats. ]

She probably fights dirty too.

[outerfringe]

[Sure hasn't. And the scariest looking mutts have always been angels.]

Something to work on after I get the situps under control.

[hardlydead]

Fighting dirty?

[ david smirks. ]

Kick 'em in the balls and throw dirt in their eyes, that's most of it.