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[treadingdawn]

I am almost sorry to see them take their leave. They were quite the challenge, but also quite the mess. Twenty-three is still a good number.

Eden, I will be by shortly.

Zach, I am glad you enjoyed the drinks. My glass?

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action hells yes \o/

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[Caspian's grin falls back to a smile, but it's pleasant and comfortable like the night air.]

I should go back inside, I have to help Susan.

[With the laundry, because the boys can't possibly expect her to do everything around here. That would get them an arrow in the back. He reaches up to pick the glass off the railing and stand; see it didn't fall.]

action hells yes \o/

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[ Standing, Zach does note that it didn't fall off, and stretches again, because reclining on a porch isn't super comfortable even if the company made him forget as much easily until now. And let's be honest, in some belated geek fashion, he's probably going to think to himself: I hung out with Prince...er....King Caspian. The grin on his face will be as cheesy as possible. But Caspian really, really doesn't need to know that. Ever. ]

I better get back. The ducks might be attacking Mohinder again. Or something.

[And he begins walking down the porch over to his bicycle, hitting the kickstand back up and swinging a leg over. ]

action hells yes \o/

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[If only Zach knew how much he'd silently cheered to himself I'm discussing rebel tactics with High King Peter the Magnificent when they first met... until the entire centaur order gave the Kings and Queens of Old the classical salute denied to him. Sigh.]

I told Claire I would never try to eat them, but such a threat might teach the ducks a little obedience if necessary.

[Caspian is joking. Please don't take that seriously. Claire would kill him. He watches Zach mount the bicycle, himself leaning against the rail for a moment.]

Goodnight, Zach.

action hells yes \o/

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[ Claire would at least punch your lights out, Caspian. Beware of the cheerleader and her mean right hook, also her puppy eyes. Have you gotten the puppy eyes? They're foul play, Zach still believes, firmly. He is also biased because he himself is incapable of proper puppy eyes but that's beside the point. ]

Night, Caspian. Good talking to you.

[ He hops on, pedaling away before he turns a bit and waves with one hand. One day when he's feeling showy, he'll ride with no hands. It's not exactly epic swordsmanship or anything but hey, a table trick? They're worth their salt. ]