[Rather than throwing himself into the leaves it's more of a careful action of laying down close to the earth, closer to the hum within it. Closer to Peter.
Good thing he hasn't lit up a cigarette or they might have themselves an early bonfire. The leaves crunch under him. He slowly lifts his arms to cushion his head. Up above the wind moves the branches and the lazy, late afternoon sky is starting to bleed to a sunset. People pay so much fucking money to live in this part of the country especially this time of year. It's a simple treat and display of nature all around them, all living and wild. It always has been. Roman has come to be more aware.
He sniffs and rubs his nose a little before half rolling to look to Peter.]
I didn't think you owned a rake.
[The line between them is an open circuit. The buzz of energy or whatever it is fills the white noise now and then. He used to be afraid. Now it means there is someone there. It's priceless.]
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[Rather than throwing himself into the leaves it's more of a careful action of laying down close to the earth, closer to the hum within it. Closer to Peter.
Good thing he hasn't lit up a cigarette or they might have themselves an early bonfire. The leaves crunch under him. He slowly lifts his arms to cushion his head. Up above the wind moves the branches and the lazy, late afternoon sky is starting to bleed to a sunset. People pay so much fucking money to live in this part of the country especially this time of year. It's a simple treat and display of nature all around them, all living and wild. It always has been. Roman has come to be more aware.
He sniffs and rubs his nose a little before half rolling to look to Peter.]
I didn't think you owned a rake.
[The line between them is an open circuit. The buzz of energy or whatever it is fills the white noise now and then. He used to be afraid. Now it means there is someone there. It's priceless.]