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[lesper]

Les walks into the Wasteland, sits down at a table, and rubs at each of his eyes in turn like someone who really, really misses a world full of coffee.

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[iholdtheline]

"Hello, Les."

[lesper]

"Hi," says Les, blinking at her and smiling warmly. "'Sup?"

[iholdtheline]

"Nothing much, do you mind if I join you?" She's smiling back - ah, polite people!

[lesper]

"Um, I think I can safely say . . . that would be awesome."

He kicks out the chair opposite with one long-legged dart, thoughtless, easy.

[capt_cross]

Christopher is keeping to himself, watching the inhabitants of the Wasteland hesitantly. People (vampires ... werewolves, whatever they were all people) keep looking at him, and he is aware of their eyes on him, but he ignores it.

He's new, and they know it.

[lesper]

Les glances over at him, smiles, and runs a hand sleepily through his short dark hair.

[capt_cross]

Christopher looks at Les. Les looks like he could be snapped into two pieces over his knee.

Threat assessment: none.

[lesper]

Christopher might be surprised.

Les stretches and gets up; approaches. "'Sup?" he offers, casual, friendly.

[undermyheel]

"Up late?" She manages to make the words sound very, very insinuating.

[lesper]

"Yes," says Les. "When do you want to start work on the fence?"

[undermyheel]

"As soon as possible," Claire says. "Whenever."

Now

[lesper]

He nods. "I, ummm, finished the plans, so . . . "