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capeandcowllogs2012-08-02 10:27 pm
scarabsuited) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-08-02 10:27 pm
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returning to the adventures of cloudybees
WHO: Abby and Jaime (scarab third wheelin' it as always)
WHERE: music hall roof
WHEN: An evening this week you are not getting a specific date out of me this week
WARNINGS: TWOO WUV?
SUMMARY: This is almost back to normal for good
FORMAT: No
Without Scarab (and Google), Jaime wouldn't have been able to say who he was listening to right then and there. All he knew is it was old, maybe Beethoven, and expensive to get a seat to. Indoors, anyway. But they'd bypassed that problem a long time ago.
With panes of the rooftop window carefully lifted, sound floating out with that tinny, strange alteration that came from rising past metal rafters and that tiny outlet. It wasn't Bose-quality, but it was hardly bad.
Besides, more often than not, it was just the background music.
"—can't even get it through my head she's driving now," he was saying. Legs stretched out on top of the blanket he'd rolled out, back against the base of the raised window, one arm around the blonde next to him, the other propped against a closed-lid cooler storing the remainder of the goodies they'd brought with them. The hand dangling there twisted and gestured now and then as he talked. "I mean, I still remember her in those green pigtails, not even...eleven? Maybe?" He rolled his eyes at himself. "Okay, so maybe I don't remember that well. Whatever. I'm old."
WHERE: music hall roof
WHEN: An evening this week you are not getting a specific date out of me this week
WARNINGS: TWOO WUV?
SUMMARY: This is almost back to normal for good
FORMAT: No
Without Scarab (and Google), Jaime wouldn't have been able to say who he was listening to right then and there. All he knew is it was old, maybe Beethoven, and expensive to get a seat to. Indoors, anyway. But they'd bypassed that problem a long time ago.
With panes of the rooftop window carefully lifted, sound floating out with that tinny, strange alteration that came from rising past metal rafters and that tiny outlet. It wasn't Bose-quality, but it was hardly bad.
Besides, more often than not, it was just the background music.
"—can't even get it through my head she's driving now," he was saying. Legs stretched out on top of the blanket he'd rolled out, back against the base of the raised window, one arm around the blonde next to him, the other propped against a closed-lid cooler storing the remainder of the goodies they'd brought with them. The hand dangling there twisted and gestured now and then as he talked. "I mean, I still remember her in those green pigtails, not even...eleven? Maybe?" He rolled his eyes at himself. "Okay, so maybe I don't remember that well. Whatever. I'm old."
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"It's okay. I'll like, trim them for you. That's how you'll know it's true love."
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"True nasty," he corrected when he could speak, raising his voice over her laugh. "But you're gonna have to stand by that now. There's witnesses with encrypted memory banks up in this discussion, y'know."