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Post by prospice3 on Jun 30, 2011 21:07:34 GMT -5
He laughed. "Well you aren't exactly too secretive about it, I must say." The way she looked at Sasha... Yeah, a body could just tell that she was absolutely in love with the dog, in love with the breed. That's what made a great breeder, Randle assumed. Actually, probably it had something to do with money or popularity or... apparently the willingness to mess with mother nature's design... but he'd love to think that it was dedicated people who made it to the top. even if it wasn't. "No one, I wasn't suggestin' that I'd make you, I don't think I could bring myself to commit such blatant robbery," he teased, lightly. Besides, the whole trick to winning money at cards was not to win too much of it at one time... Not that he was as good as that as he seemed to believe.
He chuckled at her description of her interests. "Well, I guess the dogs take up a lot of your time. Stargazing, though, that's pretty neat. I can only recognize ol' Orion up there, you know. So I suppose I'm mostly just pretending," he rubbed the back of his head almost sheepishly, shifting so that he was sitting up. The grass had left tangled imprints on his left palm, which he rubbed at as if to make them disappear. There was dirt underneath his fingernails. "I like books too, you know... I guess it seems queer, me barely having gotten out of high school with a diploma and all, tramping around the country plantin' and harvestin' and crab fisin' and all sorts of wild stuff, but I've always liked to curl up with a good book." the comment was slightly offhand, slightly wistful, as if recalling better times. |
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Post by free1 on Jul 10, 2011 16:47:49 GMT -5
She giggled at his comment. No, I guess not. Sasha sighed as she repositioned herself, resting her head on Jennifer's stomach. It was probably half to be able to watch Randy, but most of Jennifer's dogs had been known to snuggle by swarming her. She just laughed as he teased her, knowing robbery would be all too true a word if they were ever to play cards for money. She reflected on his words about stargazing. You don't really have to know constellations to enjoy the view. She said thoughtfully. Just knowing you're seeing light that a star could have emitted millions of years ago can give you a thrill. Or even, seeing the light of a star that no longer exists but we haven't seen the explosion from here yet. Just thinking of it sent a chill up her spine, just as every time she contemplated things like that. The light that they saw came from all shapes and sizes of stars, and she'd like to say she knew just a bit about all of them. Probably not true, but she liked to think so. There are books for everyone. she softly commented, sensing he was letting her surprisingly far into himself. They'd just met, and she liked him. She liked that he was open enough to tell her what he enjoyed, and even if it wasn't really 'cool' for a day laborer to like those things. She didn't think of her 'job' as common, while his jobs could be so. |
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Post by prospice3 on Jul 27, 2011 16:35:33 GMT -5
Compared to the light of the stars, to the lights of the universe, Randle was a mere blip, smaller in comparison than half a grain of sand. Life was short, he knew that well enough. Around you the sun burned hot and the lights flared and flickered too bright for any man, any woman, to be worth much at all in the end. He had long ago decided that the best a body could do with the time given them was to burn as hot and bright as possible while they were still alive, that they might warm the Earth around them while they survived.
But the brighter a light burns, the faster it fades.
He knew this, too. "The light we're seeing now, the light that is reflecting off your face and mine, off the grass and the trees, the light that allows us to see, that light is millions of years old. Somewhere the light exists that will illuminate some other world long after you and I are dead," he continued along the same vein, a dark tilt, slightly depressing perhaps... but true. He looked away from the stars and back at her, with the same tenderness that one would use to look at a very old friend, wistful. Then his face broke back into that crooked grin. "Honestly, it gives a body the creeps. But, y'know, that's the future, and the only thing we really have control of is the present." He keot his eyes trained on her, just watching. Almost as an afterthought he looked at his watch, "Well, Miss Jennifer, it's gettin' rather late and I'm sorry to say Dog and I'll have to be off in a little bit. But not yet, not yet." He realized that he would be sad to leave his new friend, he hoped he'd see her again. |
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Post by free1 on Jul 27, 2011 17:11:28 GMT -5
She lay there quietly as he spoke., staring up at the stars and thinking on his words. He let the silence fall, and her eyes searched the stars. Then he broke in again, and she had to laugh. And giggle, and laugh again. You really know how to ruin a serious moment, don't you? she asked, still laughing. The complete transition just tickled her, and she had a hard time stopping the laughter.
When he spoke about the time, she managed to get herself under control. What time is it...? She grabbed his arm, turning it so she could see his watch. Ungh. she groaned as she released his arm. It's late, but I'm glad you're staying a bit longer. And at least I have an excuse for my loopiness. she told him, laying her hands on her stomach. She looked up at him, and realized how much she wanted him to kiss her. She hastily rearranged her thoughts. She didn't want him to leave, and she liked him. Life went on, and she wanted to make sure this moment lasted. |
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Post by prospice3 on Jul 28, 2011 12:33:31 GMT -5
He grinned at her, chuckling a little deep in his throat. Late nights always made him more introspective, less rambunctious and carefree than days. "Sorry," he said, although he didn't sound too apologetic, "but it is one of my specialties." He obediently let her take a look at his watch, a beat up old thing with a simple black leather band and a plain round face. He'd never liked electric watches and probably never would.
"Yeah..." he said, quietly. Dog sighed and leaned against his leg, one ear flopping up lazily and giving him an odd look. "I don't really want to go either, but I've got to at some point..." he looked over at her, "but hey, I don't want this to be the last time I see you, ok? I like you a lot." He was frank, not blushing, not nervous in his affections or meaning anything by it, really. He did like her, she was a person who obviously found great joy in life and he liked that. If he'd known she wanted him to kiss her, he probably would have. But he didn't want to scare her away, and she didn't exactly seem the type to kiss a guy she'd just met. |
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Post by free1 on Jul 28, 2011 13:11:32 GMT -5
She flung her arm in the air at that comment, waving him off but acknowledging the fact that he had done quite marvelously. She brought it back down to pet Sasha, who had easily fallen to sleep. Yeah. Besides, who knows what I'll say to embarrass myself later. she said with a chuckle. She was so much more loose with herself when she was tired, letting out pretty much whatever popped into her brain. Almost. She hadn't let loose that kiss thought, which she was immensely grateful, but mad that she hadn't. As he continued his sentence, she succumbed to a blush. But she didn't look away, and instead looked into his eyes. Yeah, me too. She didn't want to move enough she just stayed where she was, instead of sitting up and going through her muddled brain for sometime or place they could meet each other. She didn't want to think, didn't want to move, and she was using Sasha's head as an excuse not to get up. |
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Post by prospice3 on Jul 28, 2011 14:06:33 GMT -5
He laughed. "A little out of it when you're tired, huh? It's not big deal," in fact, it was very cute. But he didn't say that. He did, however, grin broadly at her agreement and sit up a little more, crossing his legs Indian chief style. Dog simply yawned and lifted his head slightly, settling it right back down on Randy's thigh when he'd finished moving, his tail wagging once. Randy fished a pen out of his pocket and looked for a scrap of paper for a moment before taking the little 'name and address' card out of his cheap wallet - it had never been written on. He scrawled his phone number on the back. "Here. Call me some time and I'll take you on a walk or out to lunch or something, ok?" he said, handing it to her with a rather hopeful look on his face. "Whatever you want." Clearly he wasn't under the impression that she wanted to have a serious or romantical date of any kind, more that she'd want to hang out with a friend.
He stood up, brushing the dirt from his pants, and gave her an overly melodramatic, wistful look. "And now, fair lady, I regret that I must bid you adieu. Parting is such sweet sorrow," he grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles lightly, laughter in his eyes as he looked up at her, "I bid you goodnight, and I do hope I'll see you again soon." |
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Post by free1 on Jul 28, 2011 15:24:59 GMT -5
She chuckled. "Little" is a bit of an understatement. she replied, rubbing her eyes while he messed with whatever he was messing with. He handed her a little card with his number on it, and when she turned it over it was one of the identification cards he must have gotten with his wallet. She chuckled, looking up at him as he spoke. Sure, I will definitely call you. she said with a smile. Then he got up, and she took a deep breath. She'd have to sit up, and since he was leaving, would have no one to talk to.
But as she watched him, he put on a show. She giggled as soon as it was apparent what he was doing, but attempted to sober herself up so she could respond in turn. Of course you will. she told him with a smile. And as he walked away, she held up her hand and waved majestically. Adieu! Adieu! she called, collapsing into giggles after her performance was through.
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