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savetheearth2013-05-21 02:51 pm
oo5 • open action!
Where: The park.
When: Six thirty in the AM, Wednesday 22nd. Horrible. Just horrible.
What: An early morning walk. In pyjamas. With tea.
[ Emery likes mornings.
Emery isn't a morning person.
It's a strain to be up by five-thirty to take in the fresh air at six; the local park gets so busy so quickly, what with dog-walkers, runners and children, which means that chasing outdoor peace and quiet comes with an early riser's price. Every now and then, though, he likes to give it a go, and when he manages to make it from his bed to the door without falling back to sleep? Well. That's success enough in itself.
This morning is one such morning. Although he hasn't bothered changing out of his paint-flecked pyjamas (his pants are light grey cotton and his shirt depicts a plan of a familiar not-quite-henge, what of it), he's made himself seem at least somewhat respectable by shoving into his cable-knit cardigan. In his right hand he's clutching the biggest cup of green tea he could buy with the bills stuffed in his pocket: a refreshing way to start the day, or so he tells himself as he sips it.
He is, for the most part, trying not to think about being in bed.
It's all worth it, though, when he makes it to the park for six-thirty: just in time to catch the birds wheeling around and making their morning fuss. In moments like this it's almost possible to forget the itch in the back of his mind; the cold droplet of unease that accompanied his new "Extra". Magic? His research has yielded so little (save the fact that the Middle Ages was a terrible time to fall ill), and yet ...
And yet. ]
... And yet what?
[ He huffs aloud, pausing in his tracks to blow a stream of cool air into his tea. There's a smudge of black charcoal below his left eye and he appears to be frowning deeply into his drink: don't mind him, fellow passer-by, and do feel free to spill it everywhere should it take your fancy. Right now he just looks like a tired, painty hippy having a conversation with a cup of tea. ]
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I'll give you a ten and we'll call it even. And yeah, I jog every morning. What's it to you?
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... Ten? Hang on, how much do you think a cup of tea costs?
[ Then again, Dick probably only buys coffee, and the kind of coffee he buys probably costs upwards of eight dollars on a good day. Chuckling softly, Emery rubs the heel of his hand into his eye before tossing a little grin in Dick's direction; ]
Maybe I'm trying to plan out where to avoid.
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