《Kennedy and Bec》<br/>Location: Dryden<br/>Present: Jeb and Josh<a class="username" data-user-id="6997" data-username="Traveler" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6997/">Traveler</a><br/><br/><br/><div class="bbm_float fleft" style="float:left;margin:0 10px 5px 0">
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</div>Kennedy declined the smoke graciously, not at all opposed to it, but it was a substance of mood for him. "No thank you, I definitely have to save that sort of thing for the right occasion. I'm not one of those people who functions respectably under the influence of Gaia's green. And I should probably keep some illusion of respectability for a while yet," he joked, his smile moving back to something more neutral when Josh asked him about Sou.<br/><br/>"I know her a bit. We've talked a few times here and there. Always cordial. She's an interesting woman; a bit of a celebrity before celebrity stopped being a thing. I always felt she might have had a bit of a tumultuous story as is often true of those in the limelight, but we never got to know one another that deeply," his neutral expression grew saddened because from what Bec had told her, Sou's story had only gotten more tumultuous.<br/><br/>"But, yes, I did try to meet and talk to the people in Abendblume. For a community that size, it only seemed responsible to give a damn about each other. And...I suppose it's something that's just sort of baked into me. I kike people. I like community," he sighed, looking down at the ground as they walked along. "I know that's probably incredibly stupid and naive of me with the world as it is, but with so many dark clouds, someone has to look for silver linings, right?" he looked over to Josh with a small smile.<br/><br/><br/><div class="bbm_float fright" style="float:right;margin:0 0 5px 10px">
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</div>Bec rounded the corner with Jeb alongside and Josh and Kennedy in tow. Mrs. Minch's house was only half a block down on the right. A little bungalow with two stories and three bedrooms; hers on the first floor and two more upstairs. Kelly and Brit from the troop lived with her and stayed upstairs. But she had a pull-out couch and had offered it up for the girl from Abendblume.<br/><br/>She chuckled with a side-slant grin. "I haven't led ya to believe I'm a prima donna, have I?" She couldn't think of anyone who would accuse her of being a dirt-fearing girly girl and she was skeptical that Jeb would either. What he<i>was</i>doing was making more conversation than she'd ever seen him make ever. She liked it. She liked that there was a social enough kind of guy under Jeb's loner exterior.<br/><br/>Did she want to go hunting? Nothing sounded better. Some time away from what had been a crazy day that was moving into another probably equally crazy day sounded like a simple slice of heaven. She dropped her head back, almost losing her hat in the process before clamping her hand on it to keep it in place and letting out a groan. "Dang it, Jeb, why'd you have to go and ask me to go huntin'? Trackin', stalkin', sittin' and watchin', don't matter, it all sounds good..."<br/><br/>She flicked her glance back to Kennedy before rolling her head and eyes over to Jeb. "...but I don't fuckin' know what this little meeting is gonna stir up. I mean, maybe I'm just feelin' paranoid, but shouldn't I be here to put out any fires?" Was she trying too hard to control things that she didn't need to? Might not things just go smoothly without her overseer's eyes on it? "Am I bein' too retentive about this shit?"