27th Inning

[freakinblur]

[Zip! Zoom! What is that blue blur? Naturally, it's Scout! And today he's even faster and more energetic than ever, if that's even possible. He's laughing wildly, almost maniacally, jumping from rooftop to car to tree and keeps going.]

Un-freakin'-touchable!

[That's because he got sent a certain atomic soda sent after they got back from Soviet Mayfield. 24 cans of caffeinated bliss! Of course, he should be rationing his supply, but after depriving a caffeine junkie for so long, only so much restraint can be shown.

So, Mayfield, be treated to a happy blue blur today. He's running past your windows, denting your cars, rattling your trees, even running right through your house if you leave the door open for more than a second. And of course, mocking you as he zooms past.

Later he can be found in the park, exhausted but still happy. Wearing himself out, he's asleep under a tree, his usual smirk still on his face.]

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[bustydefense.livejournal.com]

[Yeah that eyebrow's raised because she saw what you were doing there Scout]

Good morning.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Stands back up, sets the flower pot down.]

An' how're you on this lovely mornin'? [He's going to take this opportunity to get his breath back.]

[bustydefense.livejournal.com]

I'm fine. And you?

[If he wants coffee, he's going to have to ask for it. She's not offering it at the moment.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Aw, you don't want to invite such a charming lad inside?]

Never better! Feelin' great!

[This is true, but he is still catching his breath.]

[bustydefense.livejournal.com]

[She will when he looks like he's not going to destroy everything]

It seems that way, doesn't it?