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[speaksonlytruth]

Today hasn't been so good.

Jean woke up with a raging headache

and the feeling like parts of her were stretching precariously too thin.

Which was good enough reason to finish up dinner prep early and settle herself down out in the field, under a tree, with a book.

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[transbender]

A certain someone knows all about stretching too thin. He's done it from time to time himself. Although the fact that he has body up in the tree, and his neck down wrapped around a branch so his head can peer over her shoulder shows that he keeps trying to stretch thinner.

"Good book?" He attempts to make his tongue fork and flicker, but it doesn't turn out so well.

[speaksonlytruth]

"Poetry," Jean says calmly, without looking up. Her lips may have perked at the corners. "Nineteenth century British."

Then she does look up, sun hat framing the top half of her face, and the bottom edged by fiery hair and then dress, book, and legs. "Are you looking for apples?"

[transbender]

"Melons, actually." Did we mention Thomas is a bit of a perv? Yeh, just a bit. "Or, y'know, just hanging out.Practicing." Hard work getting in tight holes.

... When he sneaks into buildings. He's not THAT much of a perv.

[speaksonlytruth]

Eyebrow goes up, but the smile is bemused. Jean leans her head back on the tree, to make the looking up easier.

"I might do that later. I decided this afternoon was relaxing."