no. my old man talked a big game for a guy who probably couldn't start his own fire. camping sounds pretty shitty except for the whole fuckin' costa rica experience.
it's pretty shit usually because of the bugs, but john's good for healing the bites so it's been TOLERABLE at night but there's like, a place to swim? it's not a beach, but it's pretty cool :)
anyway. at least he's good for something. [ besides. you know. all the miracles or what-the-fuck-ever. ] the lake wasn't too bad. it pretty out there? hunters say it's warm.
[It's still daylight. The first telepathic image she sends is of the water: so brilliantly blue, surrounded by the flora and vibrant greens around it. Her legs are kicks in it from where she's perched on a rock. She's not alone - John and Danny are little figures out in the distance, House somewhere on shore grilling up lunch.
The second telepathic image is her hand against her bare hip, then her stomach, middle finger extended out, but she's gotten a little sun-kissed glow to her naked skin. And she is naked, all the way over, water droplets on her thighs, on her arms, her tits, courtesy of her very wet hair. ]
this one, probably. the water looks so good, right? it was never this clear back home.
[ The picture blooms and it’s very beautiful, she’s very beautiful, and his stomach twists and he’s so monumentally jealous that it rocks him. Maybe it’s the natural beauty, that it looks like a dream even sweeter than California. Maybe it’s that they get to have her, or that they’re playing family, a joke to him back home. Maybe it’s that it’s a pretty picture, but it’s not her ring finger, and he doesn’t know what he’d say if that’s what she’d offered, wouldn’t know where to begin when his old man did cruelly to the two women he convinced into wearing pithy rocks.
i'm 2 shades less pale, i don't know if i'd call it a tan.
i miss you. i wish you were here. i keep thinking about how much you'd like swimming. or if you'd like the fruit? or how nice it'd be to just fall asleep with you here, under the stars.
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it's sooooo hot here
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maybe you'll get a tan after you molt.
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you can peel the skin off my back yourself :) :)
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you want to do that? go out there with me?
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yes! have you ever been camping?
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no. my old man talked a big game for a guy who probably couldn't start his own fire.
camping sounds pretty shitty except for the whole fuckin' costa rica experience.
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it's pretty shit usually because of the bugs, but john's good for healing the bites so it's been TOLERABLE at night
but there's like, a place to swim? it's not a beach, but it's pretty cool :)
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???
anyway. at least he's good for something. [ besides. you know. all the miracles or what-the-fuck-ever. ]
the lake wasn't too bad. it pretty out there? hunters say it's warm.
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he's good for a lot of things but especially the sunburn and bug bites
i mean yeah it's really pretty
it's so GREEN
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and you know, back home we had these things called coppertone and deet.
are you taking pictures?
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obviously i'm taking pictures!!
and of the jungle too :)
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[ lonesome sigh: ] this would be about when a guy would say he misses his girl.
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do you wanna see :)
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The second telepathic image is her hand against her bare hip, then her stomach, middle finger extended out, but she's gotten a little sun-kissed glow to her naked skin. And she is naked, all the way over, water droplets on her thighs, on her arms, her tits, courtesy of her very wet hair. ]
this one, probably. the water looks so good, right? it was never this clear back home.
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Eventually: ] you look beautiful.
see? you are getting a tan.
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i miss you. i wish you were here. i keep thinking about how much you'd like swimming. or if you'd like the fruit? or how nice it'd be to just fall asleep with you here, under the stars.
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[ It's been like two days. Chill, Billy. He tries to chill and not be insane. ]
i'd like that. miss you sleeping beside me.
tell me what you like best out there.
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