just keep ice water handy

well, it is after 9 and I'm fading.
enjoy what remains of your evenings
catch you soon.

The House
Wanders back in around RT, snarling and fussing

Be well sharko nite

Very warm couch must admit im kinda scared of 95 tommorrow

niters Sharko

Ti e for Shar,o to go. Havahapy night all.

dang nabbit still 84 degrees outside....

You gotta report to disny world goofy??
Ya corn fed mule..bye

later gator, Copper.

Havahapy

Nite copperbutt 🙋🙋🙋 hee hee go celts

Rehearsals
For a moment she was just simply adrift.
She was water — in it, on it, under it, the way buoyancy can disorient, let her forgot which direction or angle was the horizon.

…and the chance slip of her gaze saw the split-second shadow-shape of a figure through the long, narrow, reinforced window.

It could have been anyone save for the height, and she wasn't sure just what compelled her to grace forward and into Leo but it was over in the split-second of the crash of the door-bar, weighty metal clattering and swinging, the slow hissing suck of the pneumatic arm, the noise-debt of the door closing seconds later, paid due.

The debt of her trespass, a gasp and near-hiccup of her startle having shocked her back into the present. That she wasn't swimming but rather standing on the shore under an overturned bucket of ice-water like an old internet meme, her foolishness and reactions played for laughs.

The mercy of the setting sun downplayed it, but it was plainly evident just how extensive her blush extended, radiating from her cheeks and incandescent over her ears, down her neck and flaring wings over her chest. "I-I…"

She who always had something to say, clever or dumb or pithy or raucous, was at a complete loss for words, not that she had any opportunity to say them in the first place.
Like how The Sterlings laid down a limestone foundation to provide a bed of understanding for Leo Sterling's relationship to his parents, how they indicated his connection to society overall and shaped how he viewed himself…

…hearing this admonishment directed chiefly at Leo seemed to throw the curtains back on a completely new layer of understanding, one that felt much more raw and intimate than she felt she could ever receive permission for.

Appellations, terms of endearment, assurances and conversations referenced like the tips of icebergs arranged in a row, each shorthand an index for the warp and weft of the depth and era of your relationship together.

Part of that glue that bound fast, whether it was good or not. The width of her eyes and the searching flutter between Elodie Stone and Leo Sterling made it plainly obvious just how much information was flooding, crowded at her mind's gate and refusing to form an orderly queue for digestion.

"I-I'm so sorry…"

She didn't realize she pulled away and created a Holly's width of distance from Leo, even if her hands, disengaged, still curled in on empty air like they longed to feel and know his despair melting away.

…even if she knew that it dawned a new tension, a new despair in the process.

have a good evenig Copper

It's a good song with a message.
we are all just every day people.

Steps in

Stroke the mind,
Body will follow.

Well Florida guy has to work in morning. Take care all. you to Jilly

That song has such a nice bass line, I can't compete.