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lemon · 05-27-2013, 01:18 AM

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Originally Posted by Cassirin

It was a ridiculously pretty day - blue skies without a single cloud and just the slightest nip to the air that spoke of fall and probably rain in the evening. The courtyard was filling with leaves blown over the wall, which gave them a sort of red-orange-brown carpet underfoot. It was just cold enough that Mo figured the benches would chill them right through, so he brought a blue afghan from his dormitory and juried up a picnic.

And he hadn't been forced to pay for access to this spot either. Mo set stacked plates on the blanket, and then, because he was too antsy to sit around and wait, he walked around the perimeter of the courtyard.

One lap. Two laps. Four laps. One jogged lap. Two jogged laps. Ten jogged laps. Wonder how many laps made a mile, anyway.

Nice weather. Good for curry, Alice decided. But just in case it took a turn for the worst and got all wet and soggy, she had her sweater on. "Why're you doing laps, Cactus? We're picnicking now, not training." Vivi was the only one who was supposed to work him to the bone, right? She gave him a curious look or two and eyed the blue afghan he'd spread across the ground before joining him in jogging around the perimeter of the courtyard.

"You invited me out for a meal of curry and we're having a running day instead," she informed Mo, still running alongside of him. Alice could do this for hours, did he know? She sped up and cut him off, jumping in front of him and getting in the way.

'Cause if he didn't know that either, she could outrun him, too.

05-27-2013, 01:18 AM	#36 (permalink)
lemon DMLE Mackled Malaclaw Join Date: May 2010 Location: Wakanda Posts: 11,002 Hogwarts RPG Name: Annaliese Toussaint First Year x12 x12	Dani's Citrus Duck Spawn \| Mama Giraffe \| Lemon PATch \| Pushed the Red Button Quote: Originally Posted by Cassirin It was a ridiculously pretty day - blue skies without a single cloud and just the slightest nip to the air that spoke of fall and probably rain in the evening. The courtyard was filling with leaves blown over the wall, which gave them a sort of red-orange-brown carpet underfoot. It was just cold enough that Mo figured the benches would chill them right through, so he brought a blue afghan from his dormitory and juried up a picnic. And he hadn't been forced to pay for access to this spot either. Mo set stacked plates on the blanket, and then, because he was too antsy to sit around and wait, he walked around the perimeter of the courtyard. One lap. Two laps. Four laps. One jogged lap. Two jogged laps. Ten jogged laps. Wonder how many laps made a mile, anyway. Nice weather. Good for curry, Alice decided. But just in case it took a turn for the worst and got all wet and soggy, she had her sweater on. "Why're you doing laps, Cactus? We're picnicking now, not training." Vivi was the only one who was supposed to work him to the bone, right? She gave him a curious look or two and eyed the blue afghan he'd spread across the ground before joining him in jogging around the perimeter of the courtyard. "You invited me out for a meal of curry and we're having a running day instead," she informed Mo, still running alongside of him. Alice could do this for hours, did he know? She sped up and cut him off, jumping in front of him and getting in the way. 'Cause if he didn't know that either, she could outrun him, too. __________________ and so i took an axe to a mended fence.___________________.______._________________ __________________________________..____this is why we can't have nice things, darling.