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WHAT An autumn day in the park
WHERE The park, or out & about
WHEN Day 57, probably

[It's a bit chilly, but the air is crisp and leaves crunch underfoot if you're making your way through the park—on an #aesthetic walk, maybe, taking pictures for Instagram.]

[There . . . was a 20-year-old farmhand hanging out on a bench playing around with an acoustic guitar, occasionally working up to a melody. But now there's an older-looking gentleman wearing the same clothes, with mostly-white hair and looking, uh, very confused.]

[. . . after a moment he just haltingly finishes off that song. Because what else do you do in this sort of situation.]

[Vanyel, previously

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How do you feel about skating?

Ice skating?

Yeah.

They gotta place here that does that?

There's a rink in the mall.

Huh.

Guess I ain't been to mall that much.

There's a lot in it. What do you think?

Sounds like a date to me.

[Time to go check out Blades of G ory! Where Medren will be mildly surprised by skates that are attached to their own boot but that's fine]

[he can shake off that surprise watching McCree wobbling on his feet before he figures out his balance here.]

I think—think I got the hang of this.

[c-cute]

Ever done this before?

I have, it's just been a while.

I've never done it indoors. The ice is so smooth!

[he grins, charmed]

I bet you're used to lakes and rivers, huh?

You've got the idea, yeah.

Seems like the scenery'd be a bit more romantic that way.

[he gestures to the railing and the lights overhead]

[winks, skating backward away from him around the edge of the rink]

Not if I just look at you~

[he grins]

You only got eyes for me, darling?

Well, who'd want to look away from such a captivating fellow?

Keep up that kinda sweet talk and you're like to get me blushing.

[skating back up to him]

Oh, not used to turnabout?

[he slides closer, catching Medren by his waist]

Now that ain't what I said at all.

Oh, I stand corrected, then.

[rests his palms against McCree's chest]

[he curls his good hand against Medren's cheek, stroking it slowly]

You oughta know there's a lotta things that'll make a man turn red.

[leans into that shamelessly]

Okay, I can think of a few examples.