we got no money but we got heart

[admemoriam]

WHO: Noah Czerny admemoriam and Blue Sargent pigmypouter
WHERE: A park in De Chima
WHEN: Friday evening
WHAT: First date!
WARNINGS: Extreme cuteness

I don't know, I think he'd be, like, an Airedale or something.

[Noah stretches his feet out on the checkered blanket, and passes the plastic bag of grapes over to Blue. It's early evening, and still warm enough to make his skin warm and pink above his T-shirt collar. He takes a sip of his soda.]

Or maybe... what are those ones with the reddish fur? And the long ears?

[Incredibly appropriate date topic: "What Dogs Would the Other Boys Be?"]

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[pigmypouter]

[Things are...not that much different, now that she and Noah have put a label on this. That day coming home from school, she was convinced thing would be different somehow. Off. Weird, maybe, but in a good way. But, nope, things are the same. Maybe she touches him more now, but he's still the same old Noah and she's the same old Blue, and it's nice.]

You mean like, an irish setter? [She snorts.] No, no, he's more like one of those fancy spaniels you see in paintings in antique stores. You know?

[Like this, this is nice. Just Blue spread out across the ground with Noah acting as her pillow, chattering about absolutely nothing. It's so easy.]

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[Noah grins. His cheeks look rosy, more freckled and alive than she's been used to. He leans down, his hair tickling her forehead.]

What about me? What kind of dog am I?

[Everything about this feels so easy, so natural. Part of him can't believe he was afraid she wouldn't want this. Then again, it's only been the brush of hands and kisses on cheeks so far - not too far off from their normal behavior.]

[pigmypouter]

[Blue blows at his hair gently, but all it does is move to tickle her nose. ]

You aaaaare...[She squints up at him, considering the options.]...a Jack Russel terrier. One of the dogs I used to walk was a Jack Russel. You're a lot like them, really, besides the poop sniffing.

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You don't know what I get up to when you're not around.

[He gives his head a little shake, trying to move his hair, and when that fails he reaches to push it back, out from between their faces. A cricket starts up is song nearby, and across the park someone is playing Bob Dylan on a tinny radio.]

Do you mind if I kiss you?