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[The sun doesn't so much as rise as flick on with the sudden, glaring brightness of noon. Whatever time keeping device you have on you says its about 8:14am when this happens.

The power's back, but the time on your timekeeping device never really make sense with the position of the sun as it moves across the sky.]

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[grinning a little, managing to relax before kissing him back, sighing]

[mmm lingering. this isn't a weird confused sympathy kiss this is a boy wants to make out with you kiss, please enjoy. he slides his hand up against Tristan's scalp, lips parting slightly]

[pleased and intrigued by that, deepening the kiss enthusiastically. taking charge, making out with Medren happily, taking that invitation]

[leans back against the bench, drawing Tristan down over him a bit. he likes that Tristan's taking charged, excited and soothed by it at once. he's just having fun?? it's kind of a huge relief???]

[sighs, grinning, touching Medren's cheek. nipping his lip as he tugs back]

Hmmm. More of that?

[letting him go]

Yes please. Is this all right?

I'm yours however you want me.

[JEEZ. packing up his guitar!!]

I want you not on a public bench.

I was sort of hoping you'd say that.

[blushing a bit, but not shy, slinging his guitar case over his shoulder and reaching for Tristan's hand]

Where to?

[oh, he wants to hold hands. looks inordinately pleased]

My place or yours, either way we'll probably be kicking out a roommate, but mine's flexible.

I highly doubt mine would mind either.

But not join in.

—well, no. Was that what you meant by flexible?

[GOSH]

[he laughs]

No. They're both like that, aren't they? The devoted types.

...sounds like it.

Somehow mine got devoted to me. Not sure how.

Well, that's a common story, isn't it?

Hah. Is it?

"I don't know how I got this lucky"? Sure. Not common enough, though, maybe.

[he laughs]

That said, we don't really have to be talking about that right now.

Awww, but I like other people's love stories.

It seems a little crass under the circumstances.

Sorry.

[a little embarrassed, about, his personality, as a huge gossip,]

. . . I meant for me to be gossiping about other boys while I'm going somewhere to get my hands all over you? But by all means, if you like that sort of thing.