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[amazonofthe21st]

Well, it's definitely not warm outside. The point is, it's warmer. And as useful as the garage has been all these months, the prospect of space and light and a bit of a breeze is very tempting

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[theunsmiling]

Serious wandering, exploration, or a casual disregard for the personal limitations of physics.

It is one of these that results in a skinny young woman in torn jeans, Doc Martens, and a black T-shirt standing nearby, hands in her pockets.

She looks like she's been pulled out of deep thought by Rachel's presence.

Maybe it really was wandering that brought Michael out here. Stranger things have happened.

[amazonofthe21st]

That's a pretty awesome t-shirt, though, we must say.

Rachel has had some time to get into her routine. As such, any onlookers aren't noticed immediately.

Which makes a lot more sense when also noted that Rachel is currently upside-down in a handstand, trying to shift her weight from hand to hand without falling over.

[theunsmiling]

"Wouldn't mats be a lot more comfortable?"

Michael's voice is a little dry, and unexpectedly deep for a woman.

"Or a convenient nearby bush? Wait. Never mind. Splinters are vastly more irritating than bruises. I take it back."

[amazonofthe21st]

Okay, you know what sucks? Surprises suck. Being taken off-guard sucks.

Embarrassment really sucks.

Rachel stiffens. Which leads to wobbling. Which leads to cursing. Which le-

Yeah.

She totally just fell in a heap.

Michael is getting glared at. If Rachel had half the power she wishes she had, Michael would be on fire right now.

"What?" she demands sharply.

[mogget_cat]

There are green eyes in the forest.

Rachel is being watched.

(Dun dun dunnnnn!)

[amazonofthe21st]

There is no snow anymore, Yrael. You cannot blend in.

Ha.

There is a cartwheel and a flip and a handstand which turns into a somersault - which turns into a crouch where she blinks at the green eyes blinking at her.

And grins.

"Are we adding stalker to your freeloader title now?"

[mogget_cat]

"I once was many things," says the not'cat lightly, padding from his cover to lean up against her knees, purring. "But alas, now I am only several."

Very likely including stalker. ^_^

[amazonofthe21st]

"I remember that speech," Rachel informs him with a smirk, petting his back obligingly. "You're very mysterious and mystical and blah blah I get it."