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[dingdongdoodily]

Pickles had spread out a blanket and had grabbed a couple bottles of booze, including the expensive-as-hell one. He'd also gathered driftwood and built a fairly impressive little fire between them and the water. It was really just to keep himself busy, since as much as he said it didn't bother him, and as much as he'd been playing it cool

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[cheevy]

Miniver helps, and finally is content to kneel beside Pickles, but he doesn't want to be still. He's fidgety and nervous still. He tries for a while practicing charms that turns the fire different colors, but after a while, that isn't enough.

"Run with me," he says out of nowhere.

[dingdongdoodily]

"Nngh." Pickles responded, shaking his head. "Comfortable." He was vaguely amused by the color magic, because seriously, pink fire was bloody awesome.

"C'mere, wanna play with yer hair." He said, making vague motions with his hand at Miniver's hair.

[cheevy]

Miniver puts his wand away and scoots closer.

"Wind feels nice. Hmn. Think it'll rain while we're out in wine country? That'll... y'know..."

Wash everything else off.

"...be nice."

[dingdongdoodily]

Pickles ran his hands through Miniver's hair, just watching the fire, the sun having finally gone down.

"Probably will. Rains a lot up there, that's why they grow grapes." He sighed, brow furrowed.

"So hey, I was thinkin' a couple days ago..." He started, continuing to run his hand through the hair of the poet. "We don't really know each other except fer, y'know, the time we've been together. I mean, you know my music now, and you know my life as it is... but.. y'know. There's a lot of stuff I really don't talk about."

[cheevy]

"I know. Me too. We keep putting it off..."

Miniver curls up against Pickles, arms around his waist, also watching the fire.

"I'd like to know who you are... who you were before I was with you. I'd like for you to know me. It's just... there's a lot and most of it is not so happy."