Not a date. I would've worn my fuckin' shoes if it was a date.

（ he hefts one foot up, waggles it about. normal sneaker. no fucking here, no sir. ）

And nah, wasn't that bad. I play a fuckin' mean game of poker. You think they'll throw me out if they know I'm counting cards? （ a cheeky grin, and then he just rolls — literally — over on the grass in a one-man barrel roll that deposits him neatly at the other side of the blanket.

smooth. ）

I like nature. And peace and quiet. And the mushrooms glow, did you see that? Cool shit.