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Sage nodded happily and moved to peck her cheek. "I'll make up a picnic once I'm done here then," he chirped. "We can go wander and have lunch." |
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"That sounds great." She said, watching him. He had a happy yet protective look about him, and Amira loved it. She watched him for a moment longer, a smiles starting on her face |
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Sage nodded and moved to finish up what he was doing, leaning against her side happily while he worked. |
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She looked at his tattoos, trying to understand them. She couldn't so she just traced one absentmidedly |
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Sage let her stay there happily, content to just work in silence but have her there with him. He was done soon enough though, and posted the first few paintings up on there before closing the computer and pecking her head. "You ready to pack up then," he asked. |
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"Yeah." She said, getting up and tossing some lunch into a bag and grabbing a blanket. She put them into the car and tossed the keys to Sage |
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Sage nodded and helped get things out together and then drove around until they found a nice spot and got out to set up the picnic. |
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He eventually found a nice place and set the blanket down, making a spot for Amira and making sure she was comfortable before sitting down next to her |
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Amira sat and pulled out some food, not really hungry again |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
