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[neptune_sleuth]

It had been several long hours, and Veronica Mars was still no less connected to Gideon. The hours just seemed to be getting longer, too. Since the rec room was filled with nothing but the melodious sounds of bad pop love songs and a whole bunch of people arguing or sitting in sullen silence, getting outdoors had seemed to be a better idea

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[anewwaive]

As it turned out, the day was even worse than he imagined. He was just fucking bored out of his skull, and she wasn't helping by not wanting to do anything interesting. He had settled himself against a nearby tree and just stared off into space, scowling to himself.

Gideon, however, was not used to not talking. The long bout of silence got to him fairly quickly, and he lifted his head to look at her.

"Is this all we're fucking doing today?" he asked.

[neptune_sleuth]

Veronica shrugged, looking skyward. "I've got no ideas," she said, "you've got no ideas. Until someone has an idea, this is about all we've got." It had been a little awkward, sure, but she'd been quiet for longer -- shock of shocks, yes, but when a girl sat out on a stakeout overnight, she learned not to talk so much if she had to.

[anewwaive]

Gideon let out a long sigh before leaning his head against the tree. He was almost tempted to suggest they try to watch a fucking movie or something, but he already knew the only shit the compound would probably give them shitty romantic comedies or something.

At least they had gone to his hut to grab shit from there. Des hadn't been around, and he was fucking glad of that. What he did bring along was his camera and its bag, and had stuffed his notebook in there, too. That was what he pulled out, because if they were just going to fucking sit around all day he was going to entertain himself somehow.

[neptune_sleuth]

Veronica leaned her cheek against the rope, bored, then pushed to her feet. She stepped carefully around so she approached him without pulling away, not wanting to feel the tug again or run into any invisible walls. "What's that for?" she asked.

The camera had intrigued her, but only briefly; there was nothing here worth filming, or very little, as she had quickly learned. Now, though, she was bored to the point that, if she didn't find something to do soon, keeling over dead would start to look preferable.