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[Video] Week 40 - Thursday Evening

[The video flickers on, water blurring the feed a little.]

Gods below... [A mutter and then Atticus is flopping over on his side to look down on the camera. He's shirtless, laying in the grass in the woods somewhere getting rained on but grinning so wide he must not care. Anyone that knows him will note that he's got his tattoos pressed firmly to the earth beneath him which accounts for the relief in his voice.]

So... uh... [And it takes him a moment to decide what's safe to talk about on the video. He's a little addled after more than a week in Nowhere.] How much trouble has my hound been causing?

[A smirk. Yeah he was going to sprawl out in the grass anyway but there's another reason he's on the ground.] Missed you too, Akito.

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Geez, didn't even notice I was gone, Christine? I'm hurt. [And he gestures dramatically to prove it, hand going to his heart as though her words would pierce him. Sorry, Christine, he's been in nowhere for a week, he's kind of really excited for social interaction again.]

[Oops? She's just been busy and letting them have time apart since the "incident." But she feels much better concerning that now.]

You take off a lot, don't you?

[He should probably be glad she's even talking to him after that fiasco, really.]

I don't... mean to?

{Yeah, he does kinda disappear quite a bit doesn't he? Druids are busy guys.]

So what happens that keeps you away?

Different stuff... usually planned stuff. Going out collecting materials for my business, meeting up with people, checking things out beyond the mountains, y'know. This time I uh... took a wrong turn getting home.

Are you okay?

[She looks concerned, wondering if he met trouble and got hurt. She also realizes she knows barely anything about what he does in this time line because they haven't been talking. All she knows about him, she's heard from Genesis.]

I feel a little behind when it comes to interacting with you.

Yeah, I'm fine. [He shrugs a little, brushing it off... and immediately feels guilty about it. She deserves to know more but there are already too many people here that know too much about him.]

I... get that a lot. Sorry... [Once someone gets a glimpse of the bigger picture with him that's generally how they feel. Which is why he does his best not to let people know there *is* anything more to him.]

If you get that a lot, maybe you should work on amending it. I feel like I hardly know you at all.

[Her voice sounds a little disappointed.]

Maybe when you get back, we could meet for coffee or lunch.

Just a charming young Irish-American lad [He flashes her a cheeky grin but sobers quickly enough.] Who thinks he's a lot more charming than he is, apparently.

Lunch would be great. Gimmie a couple days to get settled again and I'll come steal you away from the good doctor for an afternoon, yeah?

[She's used to charming. See: James T. Kirk for illumination on the subject.]

That sounds fine. Maybe I'll bake you a welcome back cake. Do you like cake?

[He's way more charming than James T. Kirk, by virtue of hair color alone. You can't deny it, Christine.]

Who doesn't like cake? [He grins broadly at that. Food is the best way to win his affections after all.] You cook? Or... bake anyway? That's awesome. There's... really not a whole lot I don't like. In cake or just in food in general. Breakfast foods have to be the best though. Hands down.

[The polite thing to do would be to insist she doesn't have to but. Well... what man turns down food?]

[Redheads do it better, right?]

I do, yes. [She smiles.] Maybe we should do breakfast, then? Or I could bake you cinnamon rolls. How's that sound?

[Damn right they do]

Oh... you can make cinnamon rolls? [Excuse him while he groans softly and makes foodgasmy faces Christine.]

I never have time to make cinnamon rolls.... unless you count those little pillsbury roll things and that's not really baking.

[She snickers and shrugs.]

I made them long ago. But I'm sure if I get the recipe I can do it again. So I'll do real baking. For you.

[It's her way of saying, "Sorry I was upset with you for so long."]

[He can deal with her being mad at him if this is how she fixes it.]

You... are an angel. [An angel of baked goods. Yes. Christine can he keep you?]

[She lets out an amused laugh, though she's really tickled by the compliment.]

Just let me know when you're ready. You probably have others that want to welcome you back properly.

I expect to be tackled by my hound any moment.

[He doesn't know just how accurate that statement is.]

Gimmie a day or two to get settled and then we'll work something out. Thanks, Christine.

Nothing like a dog welcoming you back.

[She bobs her head a little.]

You're welcome. See ya then.

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