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Spoon is outside with a determined look on his face and a sword in his hand. He's set up his own poll, away from Ryan's, and is attacking it with the kind of determination that one would expect from an ex-prisoner of a government who had to let a teenager go back to a similar experience.

One would suggest making a lot of noise, and approaching from upwind, rather than startling him.

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Jason has made his way outside to get some air. He stops well before he reaches Spoon and watches.

He knows this dance; it's usually the same no matter what the reason for it.

He stands quietly, letting Spoon take the time to notice that he's there rather than risk getting too close.

"Jason." Spoon finally says when he's done, tilting his head in the right direction. His eyes are mad, but green instead of yellow.

It could be worse.

If his eyes are ok, then yes, things could be worse.

"Spoon."

He gives a slight nod, but he still hangs back. "Nice night to be outside."

"Better than being in. How're you? I had to let a teenager go back to a prison torture."

Jason raises an eyebrow. "Better than that, I guess. I...I just got porn"

He frowns: this doesn't sound good.

"You want to talk about it?"

Or break things?

"Dunno what else there is to say. Teenage boy, in a war, captured by his own bloody fucking GOVERNMENT for being sommat other than exactly human."

bloody fucking government is punctuated by slamming the sword into the pell hard enough that it shudders.

You don't have to tell Jason about governments -- his isn't exactly open-armed when it comes to non-humans.

"That really sucks. I take it he found his way here? Did he get called back?"

"He left again, yeah." Spoon growls it, and then rests his head on the pell. "Couldn't help him. Just gave him some time to rest."

Jason shakes his head.

"Poor bastard."

Sometimes you can't help going back, even when you don't want to. He suddenly, after a very long time, thinks of Max.

"How long ago did he leave?"

"Lost track of the days a little." Spoon says with a sigh, "And I don't know how time passes there compared to here."

Jason offers a small smile and moves lean beside him. "No offense meant to this guy, but I was wondering how long you were out here pummeling this...post."

And how it was still in one piece.

"Oh. About two hours." Spoon says, "I broke the ones at home."

He smiles. "Well that makes more sense. I was going to have to wonder if you've been hacking at that same one all day."

BOOM

Like that sort of noise?

Mmm.

That works. After he peels himself off the ground he heads toward the boom.

Boom means wife.

Wife is good.

Boom does mean wife.

In this case, it means wife sitting at the edge of a rather large blast radius, looking a tad bit charred, and giggling to herself.

Wife is lunatic.

Spoon sets his sword down and gathers her up so that he can stuff his face in her neck and just breathe her in. "Hallo, luv."

She yelps, startled (his nose is cold), but she settles down somewhat comfortably.
"'Lo Spoon. Geh, you're sweaty." And she's smoky, and obviously a fine one to talk.

"I know." He admits, "I was working out. What did you blow up?"

"Stuffed Dalek." She replies, breezily. "And I got a bit toasted. I didn't expect the radius t'be quite that large."

"Ahhh." he nods "Don't look like it got you too badly."

Her hair is the same length.

That earns him a 'well duh' look, and a kiss on the nose.

"You're cute." She says, grinning. "A worry-wort, but cute."

It's good to have her here. He dips his head so that he can catch her lips instead and kisses her with all the tenseness of his emotions.

Well, something certainly has her wolf wound up tonight.

She meets his tenseness with gentle invitation, his energy with languorous exploration. Whatever's wrong out there, here things are fine, and worth slowing down for.

It helps. She helps, her scent in his nose and her body under his hands, and it's Ace.

"Fuckin' love you." he murmurs softly.