»Fly With Me«

[KC Evania Patterson]

The dream was great! She wnted to stay in it forever. It was such a shame Sir Gerald wanted her to get up. KC was sprawled across her bed, her arm hung over the side and the blankets were tossed so much during the night, they bared most of her shorts clad leg. She could have slept through the blankets and her arm being all tingly when she finally woke up, but her ferret was a devil and knew how to get out of his cage. Who needed an alarm clock when they had a pet that woke you up when he was hungry?! KC didn't. Her clock barely read eight am, and there was Sir Gerald running all over her and clawing at her hair. KC groanded, wishing just once that her little pet would let her sleep in and she swung her hand around in hopes of scaring Gerry off enough for her to fall back into dreamland. After a few minutes of the game, KC finally rolled out of bed and walked across the room with her eyes closed to the little filing cabinet she kept all of Gerry's things in. She opened the top as Gerry raced back to his cage, she could hear his little claws climb the metal. With her eyes open to just slits, she grabbed his food, leaned over and poured some into his little bowl. The water bottle was still good, so she didn't have to worry about that for right then.

She shoved the food back into the cabinet, shut it and forgot about her nice, warm bed and thought more about the brewing coffee in the kitchen. Her eyes didn't open until that first cup of coffee. Then her bright eyes open and her mind cleared and she could think straight. Until then, she didn't even know the date or her own name! In the kitchen, one of her sisters had a mug ready for her. She could see the other girl leaning against the counter, but her mind just couldn't form words. She lifted the cup to her lips and drank down half the ceramic mug. She completely drained the mug and had it on the counter before her eyes glanced over to the other girl in the room. "Morning, Tabs," she said, almost cheerfully. Another cup and she'd be there. That was the extent of her greeting, because right after the words were out of her mouth, she turned and walked down the hall to the bathroom. She needed a shower, to get dressed and most importantly, brush her teeth! An hour later, she was ready for the day, sans that second cup of coffee. She went back to the kitchen where both her sisters were now and her second cup poured and ready. Her sisters knew her too well. KC leaned against the counter and actually held a conversation while drinking her coffee that didn't include grunts or certain fingers.

Emerson left first, then Tabs, leaving KC alone in the apartment with the animals, finishing up her coffee. Once that was finished, she rinsed out the mug, set it in the sink to dry and went back to her room to grab her things. Laptop, cell phone, wallet and camera. She didn't have a class that she needed to get to anymore, since it was over for the holidays. So, he really had nothing to do. She grabbed her gloves, scarf and hat from the chair in the corner and raced out of the room. She made it all the way to the front door with all her thigns when she finally remembered that she didn't have the class! KC rolled her eyes at herself and dropped her bag onto the couch before falling, ungraciously into the oversized, overstuffed leather chair beside it. She really had nothing to do and it was such a shame. SHe just sat there, with her feet over one arm of the chair and her head practically falling off the other. She had her eyes closed while she tried to think up something she could do, that wouldn't be super expensive and wouldn't take her so far away that she'd have to cab it. Finally, she opened her eyes and those bright baby blues landed on the window. It sparked an idea. She was always inside with school and with work, she wanted to be outside. With a smile on her face, she ran down the hall to her room to change then raced back to the hall closet to grab a pair of skates.

KC grabbed her cellphone and her wallet from her big bag and stuffed them both into her little over the shoulder coach purse. She snatched her keys from the decorative plate on the small table by the door and walked out, locking the door behind her. Her skates had guards, and it was nice out, perfect for walking around so she opted to walk the few blocks from the apartment to Rockafeller Center. She meshed so well with the crowded streets of New York. When the triplets had first moved to the city, she didn't think she'd ever fit it, or get used to the crowds and the bustle of the city. But, she'd gotten used to it and now she couldn't see herself living anywhere else. It took a bit of time, but she made it to the Center. KC sat, laced up her pretty white skates and slipped her a skateguard into each of her boots. She started out slow, warming up to the ice, and the change in movement. She'd never taken proper lessons but a friend back in middle school had and she'd taught the then very young brunette how to do a couple moves. It was just a couple of spins, but they were fun to do. There were a few people skating around as well, but it was surprisingly empty, considering. She skated around the rink a couple times, then moved to the middle, away from the family that was skating and the few other people. She took a deep breath, arms out, and then she pulled them in as she began the spin. One foot was slightly bent, her arms were held tight to her chest and her hair was hidden under the hat she'd put on just after her skates. Her scarf was flying a bit, but it was mostly held down by her arms. She smiled as she started to slow and straightened out with her arms to the side. Happy and excited she was still able to do the spin, KC started for another time around the rink.

_{TAG » Open
WORDS » 1112
LOCATION » Rockafeller Center
CLOTHES » Put On A Show
LYRICS » Never Coming Down//Faber Drive
NOTES » <3}[/SIZE]

[Dawson Trent Naylor]

With college over for the holidays, Dawson found himself with more time on his hands than he expected to have. It wasn’t even like he could pick up extra shifts at the comedy club either, because it wasn’t open 24/7 and he was a host – they only needed him when there were shows on during the evening. So, the maths whiz-kid was at a loss for what to do with most of his friends still out of the city for the holidays.
Most people he knew were busy finishing up time with the families in their home cities and normally, Dawson would be doing the same, but he had returned to New York a few days earlier to make sure that he was ready for when classes did start up again. These days, he didn’t allow his dyslexia to hold him back, but at the same time, it boded well for him to be prepared for his classes and more often than not, he over prepared for them, but only because there was nothing worse to him than feeling useless and helpless when everyone around him was able to handle things so well and pick up new material like it was innate or common sense.

So far today, he had played on the PS3, walking through the wasteland of the Mojave and owning the place like his aptly named character should do, with the part robotic dog and trigger happy cowgirl in tow. This was one video game that Dawson often allowed himself to get carried away with and envisioned scenarios that weren’t in the game, but that he would be more than happy to see played out. Three crushed cans of ginger beer sat on the table next to his socked feet and an empty bowl of brightly coloured cereal rested on the seat next to him. However, Dawson wasn’t the kind of guy to spend his whole day playing video games, regardless of how addictive they were, so after destroying Benny for trying to kill him earlier, he saved the game and hopped into the shower, the possibilities for the day rushing through his mind like a chaotic checklist.
Parkour was well out of the question. In this weather, the ledges were icy and dangerous, which also ruled out skateboarding and rollerblading. The last thing he wanted was to veer off and end up in the emergency room again with more cuts to add to his collection of scars. Sadly, a lot of his other activities, skydiving included, were things that required a little more time than he had in the day to arrange and he wanted to do something now, whilst he was pumped with enough energy to do so.

He made his way to his bedroom, still contemplating his options as he opened his wardrobe and pulled out an outfit without really giving it much of his attention; so long as it was clean and smelt fine then it would work for him. It was then that his eyes fell on the black skates that were resting in the back of the wardrobe and an idea sprung to mind. He may not be able to rollerblade up the harbour, or skateboard through the park, but the Rockefeller Centre was just a few blocks away from his apartment and there was a pretty nice rink there that his black boots were practically begging to be taken to.
However, he had to tame his hair before the wild curls that his mother had blessed him with made him look like a giant clown. He wasn’t ashamed to say that he used hair straighteners and quite frankly, he didn’t care. It only took a few extra minutes of his day and then he was ready to go, the skates in a bag and his comfortable outfit on his back. Usually this was his parkour get up, but it would be ideal for ice skating too, especially since it gave him more leeway than his skinny jeans would. Out the door seconds later, Dawson began to walk down the street, ignoring the two vendors arguing over who had the right to use the corner outside the apartment building.

There was nothing quite like the ‘magic’ of New York, and he smiled to himself as he jogged across the street, weaving between the traffic as he moved closer to the centre, taking in the sights that he walked by them all. There was almost always a mother with screaming kids, a business man yelling down a cell phone too complex for him to use and an old man, trying to argue with the garbage man before the truck pulled away. Hell, Dawson didn’t know what would happen if one day he didn’t see those scenes. He wondered about it as he continued down the sidewalk, almost walking right by the centre as he got lost in his thoughts.

Inside, he slipped his skates on and slid onto the ice with the confidence of a, somewhat, skilled skater. He’d picked up enough over his lifetime in Alaska to skate skilfully, but even Dawson fell over once or twice when he started to show off a little too much. After a few casual laps, he changed his style, spinning around to skate backwards, keeping his eye on the people around him so that he didn’t bowl over some of the children teetering around the edge. To be on the safe side, he moved closer to the middle of the rink where only the more advanced skaters usually dared to ‘play’. It was there that he caught sight of a girl, spinning around with perfect poise and grace. He had to admit, he was impressed, and it was one of the few times he’d actually seen someone there not doing the usually thing and skating monotonously in a circle, darting closer to the edge when balance proved to be a challenge for them.
He spied her moving for another lap around the rink, and quickly skirted across the ice to catch up to her, still going backwards so that he could see her clearly when he spoke to her. “Hey, nice moves there, snow bunny.”

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TAGGED! KC <3
WORDS! 1,078
OUTFIT! Hot Threads
LYRICS! O’ Children- - - Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
NOTES! <3 <3 <3

[KC Evania Patterson]

KC just adored New York in all its grandeur. Central park was so... amazing in the spring with all the flowers in bloom. Summer was great because it wasn't as hot as Arizona could get with its desert heat. Fall and winter were very close to KC's heart; fall with the leaves changing and winter with the blankets of snow. It was very easy to see why KC loved those seasons so much. In Phoenix, there were cacti, heat and rain. In New York, there were actual seasons. And the best part about New York, the reason; above all else, that she loved the city, her mother lived all the way on the other side of the country. KC could do what she wanted, wear what she wanted, eat what she wanted, and hang out with whomever she wanted and all without that hypocritical woman breathing down her neck about her choices. Nothing KC had ever done was ever good enough for her mother, her sisters could do whatever, dress like whores and she still asked KC to be more like them. Being at Rockefeller Center was almost like a dream come true. The young girl had always wished to skate there, whether she could or not. And since moving to New York, she took every chance she had to skate at Rockefeller Center. She knew people from the city took it all for granted, thinking there'd be plenty of time in their lifetime to visit the Center and skate on the outdoor rink. But then, people had thought a lot of things that ended up falling through.

Sometimes it took fresh eyes to see the beauty in things. Kayd laughed to herself, at herself for being so nerdy. Since arriving, she'd only been to a handful of what locals called "Tourist attractions". She wasn't going back to Phoenix. There was no way. So, she figured she had plenty of time to get around to the others and promised herself she'd see them all at least once before she graduated from NYU. The Center was probably one of her favourite places and one that all three of the sisters went to. KC had fond memories already at the Center. The first time she'd set foot on the ice, she'd been with Tabs and Emmy. They'd skated around the rink, backwards, forwards, doing bubbles and bunny hops. None of them had taken figure skating lessons, just regular ones and only enough to teach them that it was like running... on ice. They'd cracked jokes, laughed like loons and took some crazy pictures of the three of them. One in particular that Emerson had taken of the three of their heads squished together to fit into the camera's frame sat on KC's computer desk in the corner of her bedroom. She looked to it whenever she was having troubles with her homework. And she knew they'd be together through whatever school and the city through their way.

Skating around, KC allowed her thoughts to come back to what she was doing. She watched where that family was, avoiding the children easily. She loved the feeling of pulling of that spin. She really hadn't thought she'd be able to do it. She had some raw talent, but it wasn't anything she was going to try and fine tune. She was happy with all the things she'd accomplished in her life so far. KC blinked when a boy came into her view. He was skating backwards, which with the kids on the rink, had the potential to be risky. He was cute and looked comfortable in the baggy clothes. KC had a tendency to notice people's appearance right away because of her Major. Plus, she was always looking for new subjects to film. KC knew appearances were hardly what made a person, unfortunately, personalities meant squat when you chose looks over substance. She didn't do that in real life or for her films. KC was impressed with the ease in which he skated backwards. For all her talent, she still had some troubles with skating backwards; amusing when she could pull of spins of all kinds. She smiled at his words, a faint blush colouring her cheeks. She hadn't been aware anyone was actually watching her; she'd been too caught up in the spin. She brushed a lock of her dark hair back under her cap and out of her eyes. "Uh, thanks," she said with a slight laugh, unsure of what else to say, really. She wasn't inept, but she also hadn't thought anyone was looking her way, so she was caught off guard. "I didn't realize anyone really saw that," she added, as an afterthought.

_{TAG » Dawson <3
WORDS » 778
LOCATION » Rockefeller Center
CLOTHES » Put On A Show
LYRICS » Never Coming Down//Faber Drive
NOTES » Gah! It's crap.. I feel bad >_<}[/SIZE]

[Dawson Trent Naylor]

When it came to family Dawson was, strangely enough, quite the family man. He and his siblings were very different, but at the same time so much alike. The three of them shared the same bright crop of red hair that each of them responded to differently; Levi cut his short and wore it neat, Viola filled it with various neon shades, insisting it was part of her artistic streak and then Dawson had more fun with his than any man should; regardless of stereotypical assumptions. Sure, his parents loved to comment on Dawson’s supposed metrosexuality, but he usually disregarded it as much as they disregarded Viola’s latest ‘trend’. This winter, it had been to wear a fake hoop in her nose and adorn herself in colourful fake tattoos, whilst at the same time, insulting Dawson’s latest addition to his arm; a small Celtic symbol in honour of the family line which, at some point in history, had populated parts of the highlands before boarding a ship that would take the next generation to Alaska, where the Trent’s had continued to thrive and prosper for almost a good century or so now…his dad often reminded him of that every time the ‘good’ whiskey came out of the liquor cabinet in the study.

So, how come Dawson had ended up mils away across the country when his siblings had been more than happy to attend college back home? Well, there was only so much a guy could do there and Dawson didn’t want to become one of them old men who never left the town he was raised it, grumpily commenting on the state of the rest of the world and how Fairbanks was the only ‘real’ place left. Plus, he wanted to branch out on his own for the four years before he’d return to the place he loved the most and New York seemed like the best option for the boy who thrived almost solely on the adrenaline that coursed through his veins on a daily basis, regardless of what he was doing or who he was with. Whatever the activity was, he always found a way to spice things up, make the thrill that little more tempting and seductively dangerous.

Like today for example. Most people were skating at a generous pace, facing forward and keeping close to the edge for fear of falling, but Dawson wasn’t one to do something like that. He was the risk taker, the gambler and the one who usually found himself in the ER bearing a huge grin of accomplishment and six stitches somewhere on his body. He was lucky that he managed to keep relatively pale, cause when he tanned, the fading scars on his arms, legs and hands had a nasty habit of highlighting themselves more prominently and leaving him to try to explain why he looked like some butcher had taken to him like a piece of meat. It was all rather simple really, but a lot of people found it difficult to process when he started explaining that some injuries of his were obtained by jumping off the roofs of buildings…that always seemed to entice the same wide eyed look of shock and the horrific scurry away from most people who never really gave him a chance to explain exactly what parkour was; they just thought he was another one of the crazies who lurked in the big city.

Skilfully, he crossed his legs over a few times as he neared the corner, not really showing off for anyone in particular, but more like refreshing his mind of the moves that he could do, seeing as how this winter he’d spent very little time on the ice thanks to the need to spend time with the family and with old friends. It had been a bit of a let-down, but he had spent plenty of his time doing other hobbies of his; it wasn’t like he had been chained up in the basement or locked in the attic from the moment he stepped onto the porch of the family home.
He took a good look at the girl who had caught his attention only moments before. She was definitely dressed up for a winter’s day on the ice, which was more than he could say for himself. Although, his choice to wear so little on such a cold day was more because he hated feeling constricted by clothes so much that he struggled to move and ice skating was definitely a sport where you had to be flexible enough to pull out some shocking swerve or break before you ran into the flailing child in front of you who had ventured out too far and was currently re-enacting that scene from Bambi. He beamed at the girl, flashing his white teeth at her. “Oh I saw everything.”

[/color] He assured her with that flirtatious tone that came scarily naturally for Dawson. “A little too good for this place, aren’t we?”[/color] He asked, glancing around to make sure he wasn’t about to trip over anyone as he kept up his pace with the girl.
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TAGGED! KC <3
WORDS! 892
OUTFIT! Hot Threads
LYRICS! O’ Children- - - Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
NOTES! <3 <3 <3

[KC Evania Patterson]

It was a great day to be outside, the wind wasn't heavy, the sky was clear, and the forecast KC had overheard the night before had said it would be sunny, with no snow, for once. She'd gone back to Phoenix for five days with Tabs, Three days sooner than Emerson, who’d, had 'business' to deal with. God only knows what that really meant. But in those five days, in the middle of December, she was pretty sure that while she'd been there, visiting and collecting the last bit of things she'd left when she moved to New York, she'd worn pants maybe twice, maybe. But when you were used to it, you didn't notice. When she'd first moved to New York, she'd noticed the different in temperature. What money she'd had left from paying her part of the rent, food and everything else, she spent on clothes; warm clothes, thick clothes, and clothes she was pretty damn sure they didn't even sell in phoenix. Okay, so it was a good guess that she was probably over exaggerating a little bit but still.

That first winter, KC hadn't been so good at first, but she'd adapted quite easily, once she was used to the weather. Sure, she bundled up a bit more than a native New Yorker, but that was to be expected from a southern transplant. And aside from the jackets that were just a bit too thick for a native, you couldn't tell passing her on the street in the dead of winter that she wasn't from the big apple. She couldn't have done it without her sisters. She would have gone off to New York for school, but she would have went right back to Phoenix at every chance, despite her mother living there. She spoke to her father, daily via text message and once a week on the phone; neither of them really caring if they racked up the long distance.

Lately, she hadn't been feeling very adventurous, which, when KC thought about it, was probably why she went to the Center and why she tried that spin out. It wasn't anything special, but it got her heart racing with a mix of excitement and fear. Excitement on getting it right, and a little bit of fear thrown in there just in case she missed the step or something happened and she fell. Speeding through the streets on her Yamaha was her real only excitement; weaving in and out of traffic. But, sadly it was put away for the winter months, when the streets were icy and she didn't want to chance hitting some black ice and killing herself. She thought the feeling was probably close to that of a skateboarder who couldn't take his board out during those few short months. By the time she was able to put the bike on the road again, she was giddy and excited and usually drove around the city just because she could on that first day.

It was amusing how she became nervous about someone seeing her do that spin. Especially when one took into account that she was in a couple dance classes through the city and she was so determined to never blend in. So, it really was odd for her to be nervous about it. Maybe it was the person who saw her and not just being seen? Lord, if only she knew. But she shook herself out of it and took a deep breath as she moved foot over foot to tackle the corner of the rink's end. Feeling more herself, she raised a near perfectly arched brow at his words with laughter in her eyes, and a smile spreading slowly across her lips. Now she really did laugh. Shaking her head, she looked up at the cute boy who'd taken an interest in her. “I don't think so. That was just paying around," she said, wondering what it would have been like to jump, however small and simple. She couldn't do those. She tried, and more often than not, she landed on her behind. “Just something to get my heart pumping,” she said, shrugging off what she’d done as nothing more than fooling round. And she usually ended up embarrassing herself when she tried to skate backwards. She smiled, shaking her head. She had to admit, she was intrigued. He was cute, funny and seriously flirty. KC liked that so much more than the polite guys saying "excuse me" before talking to her, or the snobby business men that expected you to be interested in them. Uh, no thank you was KC's policy for those idiots.

_{TAG » Dawson <3
WORDS » 777
LOCATION » Rockefeller Center
CLOTHES » Put On A Show
LYRICS » Never Coming Down//Faber Drive
NOTES » <3 <3 <3} [/SIZE]

[Dawson Trent Naylor]

Ice skating was one of Dawon’s safer and tamer choices of a hobby and one of the only ones his mother approved of. He supposed it was a maternal thing to always worry about her son, even when he provided her with all the reassurance in the world, gave her other people to speak to, provided pamphlets and even brought her along to see him do it, just to prove that he wasn’t being insanely reckless and that everything he did were things that he had taken the time to practice, understand and train with.
Still, she worried and Dawson had finally learnt to stop telling her about half of the things he was getting up to in New York, where she wasn’t around to supervise him and his ways. To be honest, he was fairly certain that she’d have a heart attack if she knew everything that her red headed son was doing and who he was doing them with. She was still getting used to saying that Dawson was bisexual, but if he mentioned it to her, he could see how uncomfortable she could get, so out of love for her, he avoided the topic. His mother was currently craving grandchildren and he supposed that she believed if he brought a guy home then she’d never have another baby to spoil rotten.

Not that the Trent children were really that spoilt. They wanted for nothing, more or less, but it wasn’t like they’d turned out like some of the people Dawson knew from around college. There were students there who would call their parents for help whenever they broke a damned nail, not even caring about those who struggled to survive whilst making their way through their education. People like that annoyed the hell out of Dawson and he made his best efforts to avoid them and when he did run into them, he often became really sarcastic and dry witted; something he usually wasn’t. Usually, he was the nice guy, the playful joker who may flirt his way in and out of every situation, but who always had good intentions at heart, regardless of the mistakes he accidentally made or the hearts he unintentionally broke.

He was a charmer by nature and could charm most people into coming around to his way of thinking. Usually, he applied it to people when he was gathering money for charity and seeking out sponsors and donors in the city, but it worked at other times too; like for his professor to give him an extension, or for the bouncer at the club to let him skip line ‘cause his friends were already inside and he was the one running late. It was a wonderful social skill to have and one that came oh so naturally to the redheaded mathematician, even when dealing with strangers who he’d never even seen before and who he approached in the most unconventional fashion.
Not many people came ice skating to meet new people and not many people would strike up a conversation with people on the ice, where slipping, skidding and sliding were all prone to happen to even the best of skaters, especially with someone like Dawson distracting them from the sport, like he was potentially doing to this girl. For all he knew, she may be here practicing for something important and here he was, distracting her with flirtatious tones and flattering remarks. Granted, he didn’t know what was happening with her, and she made no attempt to force him to leave. She was being polite and speaking to him, so he could really only interpret that as a cue to continue the impromptu conversation that they were having.

Her slight bout of nervousness was adorable and only made Dawson grin more. He loved it when girls were shy or nervous around him, even if it was rare. He just loved how adorable they were when it happened and there was nothing cuter in his eyes. “Well, if that was just playing around then I’d love to see what you can do when you’re actually trying.”

[/color] He commented, skating sideways as they reached the corner, just enjoying the slight variation in the movement across the cold surface. “It certainly got my heart pumping.”[/color] He said with a strong flirtatious tone to his voice as he spoke. He winked playfully for added effect as he spun to skate the right way around. As much fun as it was going backwards, he didn’t really want to topple over a child and make a complete fool of himself. “I’m Dawson, by the way.”[/color] He told her, finally aware that he hadn’t provided her with a name for his face.
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TAGGED! KC <3
WORDS! 828
OUTFIT! Hot Threads
LYRICS! O’ Children- - - Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
NOTES! <3 <3 <3

[KC Evania Patterson]

KC didn't get out skating very often, despite living close enough that she could walk there. But, there wasn't all that much time. If she wasn't at school, she was doing homework. When she wasn't doing homework, she was at work, giving tours to elementary school kids and tourists of the Whitney Museum. And when she wasn't doing any of that, she was at dance class, either ballet or hip hop, kendo class, eating or sleeping. A slight exaggeration? Of course! The young brunette has been known to elaborate the truth of the matter to get a point across; but not drastically where it's an utter lie. Really, the truth of it was that her skates and the center slipped her mind. It was hard to keep track of things when your mind raced faster than the bike you drove.

KC brought both mitten clad hands up to brush some fly away curls from her face that had managed to slip free with that the spin she'd done. She hadn't noticed until at first. Her pale porcelain skin was flamed crimson at the flirtatious comments. Even her thoughts were stammering, trying to come up with something to say in return. Something witty and flirty, but her mind wasn't working with her. She looked up at the ginger haired man skating with her, through her lashes. "I'm sorry to disappoint, but that was the extent of my skill." She looked out over at a little girl with her family, slowly skating backwards, holding her father's hand. "I can't even skate backwards very well," she confided, looking away from the girl, her blue eyes wide as they fell on her new companion.

She wasn't embarrassed. There were a ton of things she couldn't do well or at all. She couldn't do math to save her life. Science was completely out of the question. Art history was something she actually excelled in, which surprised almost everyone, but that was probably it. She wasn't a bad student, but she wasn't on the honour roll either. She'd be making no list for perfect or near excellent grades. She laughed a little at the spin he did to skate proper again. "KC. I'm KC. Pleasure to meet you," she said with a wave, and she was. Why she waved, she wasn't entirely sure but she did so with a laugh. "So, you here for a couple laps? Work those muscles?" KC asked, skating just a bit closer. "Or are you here to flirt with random strangers?" She asked with a lowered voice and sparks of laughter in her baby blues. Apparently she'd lost the ability to flirt well. But like a dance she'd already learned, she was trying to remember the moves.

With the corner no longer a problem to contend with, KC started making bubbles with her feet. A child's trick, something the instructors taught to the little kids to make them happy, and to show them a fun way to slow down. She'd been in the class long enough to learn that; her friend taught her the rest. That same friend was one she missed after moving to New York. Even though the two of them spoke constantly and were always texting each other about people in their classes, people around their campuses and cities. But it wasn’t really the same as hanging out at the old diner, gossiping over milkshakes and sundaes. It was times like this, when she was on the ice, that she really missed the fun they'd had. But they were worlds apart now. KC was studying film in New York; Kendra was studying some sort of science at the University in Phoenix. Their friendship had been an odd one since neither had anything really in common, but they were as close as sisters.

KC shook her head clear of all the memories that seemed to be piling up in her creative brain. It was all she needed now, to trip and make a complete fool of herself in front of this boy, Dawson. It was now that she took the time to think about it. She liked his name. It wasn't something she heard every day, like hers when she chose to elaborate on what the KC stood for; which wasn't often. Besides, she much preferred listening to the guesses people came up with. After all the years of her just getting people to come up with their own ideas for the KC, she had yet to hear her actual name. That was how out there it was, and she could only blame, or thank her mother for that.

_{TAG » Dawson <3
WORDS » 770
LOCATION » Rockefeller Center
CLOTHES » Put On A Show
LYRICS » Never Coming Down//Faber Drive
NOTES » <3 <3 <3} [/SIZE]

[Dawson Trent Naylor]

Skating wasn’t usually high on Dawson’s list of activities to do in the city, but he loved it still. Plus, ice skating was always something that he associated with being back home in Fairbanks, not here in New York and more often than not it was simply something he forgot about until he caught sight of the black boots sitting in the back of his cupboard, behind the copious amounts of skating shoes, Parkour sneakers and endless piles of Converse that he had owned since he was a teenager, refusing to throw them away, even if the soles were falling off them. He had a slight habit of hoarding things like that, even with his charitable disposition always looking for ways to give back to those in worse circumstances than himself. His family joked that it was part of his ‘metrosexuality’ that led him to own more shoes than the women in his family combined.

He smiled down at the cute girl as she brushed the hair from her face. He loved catching people off guard because it meant that for a short moment, he could really see who they were. Too many people today tried to be someone they weren’t just to impress the people around them and Dawson found it really saddening to think that people felt the need to strive so hard to be accepted in a city where there were more odds and ends than in his bedroom drawer. This girl was adorable though and he loved the blush in her porcelain cheeks from his words, his grin widening as they continued to move casually around the rink, despite being total strangers. “Ah, but if you could skate backwards then what would I have to impress you with?”

[/color] He asked with yet another smile and a wink. Then, the honest giving side of him broke through and his smile softened, twinkling coffee eyes meeting her pools of blue. “If you ever wanted to learn though, I’d be more than happy to help you.”[/color] He offered sweetly, loving any opportunity to help another human being, even if it was only when it came to skating backwards.

Trivial things were pretty much where Dawson exceled. Practical subjects like English were, mentally, too much for him, but hand him a skateboard, guitar, show him a roof to jump and he was all over it like a rash. Maybe he’d never be a rocket scientist or a doctor, but Dawson knew that he could be happy; he was happy and he knew exactly how to keep that up. He never caused serious harm to anyone and all he ever wanted to do was make others smile through his charity work. He didn’t know where he wanted to be in five years and he’d probably never be caught dead working someplace where he needed to wear a posh suit day in and day out, but he’d find his place in the world sooner or later and until then, he’d enjoy his life by doing the things that he could do best, like math, parkour and, as this case had proven, skating backwards. “Oh no, KC, the pleasure is all mine.”[/color] He smiled, returning her little wave with a soft chuckle. “Well, originally, I came here out of boredom, but if my muscles happen to benefit from this then that’s a bonus. And, I think you should know, that I don’t just flirt with random strangers; I flirt with those beautiful beings who catch my eye when they spin in the centre of the ice.”[/color] With KC responding to his flirtatious tone, Dawson knew that he could be bolder with her now.

Skating forward was a little dull if done properly so as they passed the corner of the rink and KC began to make bubbles with her blades, Dawson took the opportunity to add another simple trick to his show, crisscrossing his legs briefly before pushing off slightly, leaping slightly from the ground, tucking his knees high to chest before stretching out and landing on the ice again, slightly bent over as he balanced out, maintaining the speed. Truthfully, it was something he did when he was on his rollerblades, but the young ginger had realised that most of the tricks he did on wheels could easily be passed onto the ice with just a little more care in regards to timing and balance. It was all trial and error, like Dawson believed most things in life were.
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[KC Evania Patterson]

KC laughed, enjoying herself. It didn’t happen often that she went skating and when she did, she was rarely alone. So, it was amusing to her to be confronted like this about her skill and lack thereof, when she was actually alone. It kind of annoyed her that she clammed up the way she had. That was unlike her, but then, she wasn’t usually caught so off guard. Normally, she would have flirted, which, she admitted, she was slowly starting to do. She loved skating, she could just let go of all the problems she was dealing with at the time. They came back to her eventually, but for the time she was on the ice, her mind was a blissful blank.

There were no hypocritical mothers to deal with, no homework deadlines, or sister fights. There were no scripts to be written, scenes to be filmed, it was just her and the ice under her feet; it was just her freedom and what felt like flying when you couldn’t get in the air. She laughed, shaking her head. Her eyes were bright with the laughter, “I don’t know. Maybe you could impress me with you charm,” she suggested but knew that part of the reason she was still talking to him was his charm, and bravery for just skating up to her and starting up an interesting conversation. If she were back in Phoenix with her hometown friends, the conversation would have revolved around stupid things like the new flavour fruit smoothie at their favourite hangout.

“Really?!” she asked, clapping her mitted hands together. Her friend had tried when they were little, and her skating teacher had attempted it, too, but both had failed in teaching the petite brunette how. Forgetting where she was, she started to hop around, but remembered at the very last minute and managed to turn her overexcited action into a little bunny hop. KC grabbed Dawson’s sleeve jacket, her eyes wide and very blue. “You’d try and teach me?” She knew it was probably a lost cause but the idea of being able to skate backwards was just too exciting. She probably should have apologized for her random hyper outburst, but that was more like her than the previous stuttering quiet was before.

She was both pleased and shock that he didn’t ask what the initials meant. Of course, as soon as she thought that, she realized that she hadn’t actually continued to tell him they were initials. He probably thought her name was Kasey. But that was just way too safe, too normal for her mother’s liking. Hence the odd names for the triplets. Her face flamed with more colour at his laugh. She was being a complete nerd, she knew it, but really, he was laughing at her silly little gesture. KC brought her hands to her face, more to hide the super red blush than the pleased smile on her face. She was a romantic at heart of all her realism. She knew everything took hard work to, well, work, but she also loved the small gestures like compliments and flowers and flirtations. She was very old school like that. She wanted the guy she was seeing to put a little effort into catching her. If that made her a tease, then maybe her mother was right about something. “If that’s the case, I should come here more often,” she said, with a soft laugh.

The bubbles she made with her skates weren’t anything special. They were just a little trick she did when she didn’t want to skate proper, or when she was bored and needed something to do. She didn’t usually skate the rink when she showed up. Sure, she went around a few times, but she mostly stayed in the center and pulled off some different kinds of spins and other tricks, little things she had learned. She was good at picking things up, and the fact that when she saw something she wanted to do, she practice until she bled to get it right. KC watched fascinated as Dawson skated ahead and pulled off some trick she’d never seen on ice before; at least, she was pretty sure she’d never seen it. It was awesome! She’d managed to stop and watch in awe and now that he’d landed with that grin on his face, she had to catch up to him. She raced up to him and stopped as if she was on hockey skates, it would dull her blades, but she could get them fixed. “That was awesome! Where did you learn that?” she asked, genuinely interested in that. She was also so interested when she saw something that interested her. She wouldn’t try it then and there, but maybe after she would; when there wasn’t a crowd to bear witness.

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[Dawson Trent Naylor]

Dawson loved the sensation of feeling free, unchained and able to do what he liked. That was what he got from some of his more wild activities. There was something magical about them that made him forget that the city was surrounding him and that there was trouble on most corners of the concrete jungle; in fact there were probably more here than any other “jungle”. That was probably why he did so much charity work; to counter out the harm done by those around him. A lot of people looked at Dawson, saw him on a skateboard or jumping fences and immediately stereotyped him as a troublemaker, a hooligan and someone who needed to be reported to the police, which had happened once. Dawson had been doing a charity parkour run when two of NYPD’s finest had stopped him and asked him if he was trying to break into a building. After much confusion on everyone’s part, it turned out that some little old lady had been curtain twitching and had seen him skimming over a roof in a manner that she deemed suspicious. The red head laughed it off though, his charismatic ways even earning a chuckle from the two officers who joined him in agreeing that parkour probably was a criminal offence sixty years back before it was deemed a real sport of sorts.

Dawson was quick witted, even if he had nothing else going for him, and in that split second after she spoke, he placed his hand to his heart and put on an expression of hurt. “You mean that it hasn’t already?”

[/color] Throughout his life people had told the Alaskan that he was charming and he had the scenarios and stories to prove it. However, life couldn’t be passed on by charm alone and whilst it helped him in moments like this one and when it came to his charity attempts, he had to work as hard as everyone else to get somewhere in life. His cheeky personality was sometimes perceived as a waste; as though he was unable to be both cheeky and ambitious. His ambitions may not match everyone else’s but he had them and he had his wits, but some of Manhattan especially seemed to believe that a person could only rely on one of the other, something that was a foreign belief to him. Back home, it was be all and do all that you can and Dawson was the guy who put that old saying to the test time and time again, even if it resulted in failure.

The excitement that came over KC was freaking adorable and Dawson grinned automatically at the way her eyes lit up. The bunny hop was improvised, but just added to the cuteness of the whole package and the tall ginger laughed, placing his hand over hers where it had gripped onto his sleeve. “Of course! And I’d do more than ‘try’; I’d succeed.”[/color] So maybe he was a little overconfident now; a trait of his that was often seen as undesirable by others, but at least he was determined and he was not the kind of guy to shy away from a challenge or give up when the going gets tough. No, Dawson would see it through until the end, or at least until someone physically dragged him away from a project that had already failed, but he was just too stubborn to see it.

He smirked, glad that she seemed to be flirting back with him. It was one thing to have a total stranger approach you on a skating rink of all places, but Dawson’s flirtatious charm was far from subtle and there had been several incidents when palm had met cheek and the ginger was left with a handprint to wear as a sign of his badly timed remarks or the moments when he crossed a boundary he wasn’t supposed to cross. However, she hadn’t run, slapped or glared at him, but instead she was returning his comments with ones that really couldn’t be misunderstood when it came to the art of chat ups. “Ah, then I’ll have to accompany you to see what else you’re capable of doing.”[/color] He said, his lips turning upwards in the corners as he met her eyes with his own, a playful glint shining from them.

He laughed at her expression and the scratched the back of his head. Not many people really watched him skate and he rarely ever had to explain some of his quirky tricks. “I rollerblade a lot - ever since I was a kid. It turns out, whatever tricks you can do with wheels, you can usually do with blades too if you practice them and back in Alaska, there’s plenty of opportunity to practice.”[/color] He told her honestly, confessing something that he didn’t get to talk about too much. Most people admired some of his techniques but not many were interested in how or why they came about, but KC’s eyes told Dawson differently.
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[KC Evania Patterson]

KC wanted to laugh, but schooled her features so they wouldn’t betray her tone “You’re getting there,” she said as nonchalantly as she could manage. ”You’re persistent, though, I’ll give you that,” she added after a second as if she just realized this or something. He was charming and he made it seem like there was all the time in the world to just hang out and skate around; like there was nothing more pressing than getting to the other side of the rink and back again. She was liking that, especially since she usually had so much on her mind with school and work and school, and hoping with everything that she could avoid talking to her mother the next time she was on the phone. She shouldn’t be so against her mother, but with her childhood, jaded should have been her middle name thanks to her mother alone. She didn’t know who she had to thank that it was, but whoever it was, she would thank them a million times over.

KC would be the first one to admit she acted very childish sometimes. It was one of the countless reasons why she should have been the third and Emmy the first born. KC was the one the other two looked over and protected from harm; she was the baby despite being the oldest. The bunny hop was a clear sign of that, but KC didn’t really care. It was who she was and if people had a problem with it, well that was just too damn bad. She wasn’t about to go changing for some strangers. She hadn’t when her mother tried and she certainly would start now; if that made her stubborn then so be it. She could live with that title. She laughed, “You won’t be so confident when you fail,” she shrugged, “But who knows, they say the third time’s the charm.”

KC’s eyes sparked with amusement that showed in her winning smile. “Maybe,” she said, flipping the tops of her mittens back to uncover the tips of her fingers. Her hair was getting into her face, and it was starting to bother her some. With her fingers free, she pulled her hat from her head and shook her hair out, stilling keeping up a steady pace. Multi-tasking was something the young girl excelled at. Carefully, she brushed her nags from her eyes, forgetting again that morning to pin them back. Her head was getting ridiculously hot under the blue and white wool hat. She was a southern girl, she thrived in the heat, which was why her decision to move to New York for school had shocked her mother, but KC was determined to make it work and so far she thought she was acclimating quite nicely. Absently, she shoved her hat into the bottomless pit of a coat pocket. The thing looked small, but the pockets lead to Narnia.

KC kept pace with Dawson easily. She wasn’t sure if she sped up to catch up, if he slowed down to allow her or if they were just that in sync without realizing it, but she didn’t think about it either way; she only thought it was easy to skate beside him. She laughed, doing a little spin that really wasn’t anything special, but was the first thing her childhood friend had ever taught her. “You’re from Alaska? I’ve never been but I’ve always wanted to go somewhere north,” she said laughing as she raised her hands to showcase their surroundings, “This was as far as I’ve gotten so far.” She shook her head at the practice though. “Sadly, there isn’t much snow in Phoenix, but I can play a mean game of beach volleyball,” she confided with a wicked smile, deciding it was probably best to leave out her other, higher risk pastimes; most people gave her an odd look when she mentioned skydiving or rock climbing, though she though Dawson wouldn’t be like the rest of them. Hell, he’d probably be into it too, which, she had to admit, would be really awesome. KC sped up a tiny bit to skate just ahead of him, before making a sharp stop with a twist, so she ended facing him.

Unfortunately, she hadn’t bothered practicing the stop move very much when she did go to the rink and she caught the picks at the front of her skates. Her eyes widened in shock as she lost her balance and started to fall, unable to right herself. She squealed when she made contact with Dawson. “Oh, crap,” she muttered under her breathe, after making a fool of herself in front of a really cute guy. And just when things were going so well, too, she had to go and make a mess of it all. But instead of blushing or being embarrassed about it all, all KC could do was laugh. Laugh at how stupid she probably looked, laugh at how ridiculous this situation turned out to be. She shook her head, trying to calm down and stop her eyes from tearing up with the giggles. “Oh, I’m sorry, clearly I’m not used to my new feet, just got them yesterday, you like?” she asked, making light of her blunder.

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[Dawson Trent Naylor]

Taking life easy was pretty much Dawson’s motto. If ‘Hakuna Matata’ could be mentioned daily without some angry businessman punching him in the face then he would. Really, his life was nothing to complain about and it annoyed him when he heard people of his generation moaning about things that weren’t even important. So what if someone’s hair straighteners had blown up, or if their best friend liked the same person they did? They weren’t real problems and it took a lot of Dawson’s strength not to just tell them that in the bluntest way possible. “I’ve never heard persistent as a bad trait.”

[/color] He mused aloud so that she could hear as another huge smirk spread across his face. She hadn’t said it in an irritated tone and Dawson could only interpret that as something good and it spurred him on to continue his conversation with her.

He studied her with a curious eye. The girl was definitely more than just one of the New York bimbos who lurked in the night clubs waiting for the rich man to walk in and whisk them off for a meaningless tryst. He liked that about her and he really did want to win her over with his charms - the ones she apparently hadn’t seen yet, but then again, he was only just warming up and finding his feet on the ice. “You already called me persistent. Maybe I’m just the kind of guy who doesn’t give up.”[/color] He told her, confidence reflecting in his eyes as he met hers. There was an upside to being dyslexic and the condition had left him with more than just a keen talent with numbers and decimals. It had forced his determination to kick into gear and Dawson would still be there struggling, but making progress, long before everyone else had given up. If she wanted to skate backwards then he was the guy who’d call ‘bibbidy bobbidy boo’ and make her wish come true.

He smiled softly and raised his eyebrows as he watched as she freed her fingers and pulled the hat from her head. Dawson was often amused by people who wrapped up for the winter months in unnecessary layers and today, KC seemed to have dressed as though she wouldn’t be doing some form of exercise; there was a valid reason for the skimpy outfits that ice skaters usually wore. He studied her as she shook her long hair free and his smile widened as he skated to her side. “Even more beautiful.”[/color] He said honestly, but maintaining that flirtatious tone in his voice as he whispered to her.

Dawson enjoyed just skating alongside her as they moved in sync around the rink at their own pace, ignoring the other skaters surrounding them. Today hadn’t been such a lost cause after all; it wasn’t every day he had the chance to spend time with a pretty girl, let alone skate with one. “Yeah, I’m from Fairbanks. I spent a lot of time on the ice, though less time in an actually rink.”[/color] He told her, remembering the lake they would all skate on when it froze over enough during the winter months. Dawson then feigned horror. “Beaches? I’m very much allergic to sand.”[/color] He joked, crossing his skates over as they turned another corner of the rink. “I much prefer the snow and the ice.”[/color] He confessed. Dawson couldn’t really cope well with the heat and usually those were the days when he got grouchy and temperamental and threw a tantrum worthy of a five year old child in a toy shop. “Though, the ice and snow usually destroys my parkour training.”[/color] He added with a little sigh, thinking about how the winter made his favourite adrenaline junkie hobby harder to practice. Luckily, there were other sports to satisfy his active lifestyle, like hockey, skating and climbing when parkour was out of the question.

Luckily, Dawson saw the fall just in time and managed to halt his own skates before she collided with him. He tried to keep his balance and hold her up as well, but the ice had other plans and his left boot slipped from under him and in a matter of seconds, his lower back collided with the ice and he winced softly before laughing, holding onto KC still from when he had tried to save her fall. Dawson had experienced much worse injuries and this was nothing more than a bruise and a damp ass that would serve as a fond reminder of the day he met this wonderful girl. “They are very fetching. I think you need to break them in a little more though.”[/color] He smirked, moving her hair from her eyes and winking before extracting his body from under hers; at least he’d been able to break her fall! “You okay?”[/color] He asked, pushing himself to his feet before holding out his hand for KC to grab onto. He was prepared for her this time.
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[KC Evania Patterson]

KC laughed, shaking her head. Her fair eyes were glittering with amusement as she looked up at Dawson. “I never said it was,” she said, smiling. It wasn’t entirely unusual for the young brunette to be wearing a smile. It was almost like a necessity; part of her wardrobe for the day. Now, unusual for KC would be walking around with a frown; it almost never happened but when it did, something serious was up. And it was normally her mother. That woman had one hell of a way of putting a frown on her daughter’s face. Even things that girls worried about didn’t seem to faze her. Straightener broken, then that day, she’ll go with her natural curls; no big. Kayd certainly wasn’t the typical girl. She was the crazy one of her sisters and her friends back home. She laughed, hoping he was right about that. “You’d have to be to teach me, apparently,” she said, teasing.

She had figured it was better for her to have her hair down than partially beneath the wool cap she’d chosen. For some unexplainable reason her hair tended to behave better when it was all free or completely covered then if it were partially covered. But it didn’t matter why she did it just that she did and seemed to develop a deeper blush than before. She nodded, not sure she trusted her words enough to not saying something more than a simple “thank you”. KC laughed and rolled her eyes, “Well, maybe beaches was a bit of an exaggeration. Desert is more like it. Though both have way too much sand,” she said, thinking about her words more. She was by no means a wordsmith. She preferred life behind the lens, not behind a notebook or laptop; unless said laptop had an editing program up and her latest adventure up and ready to be spliced up.

KC was going to say something about liking the heat over the chill of winter, but it completely slipped her mind at the mention of Parkour. She’d heard about it, of course. What daredevil hadn’t? But she’d never tried it herself, and she wasn’t entirely sure how she’d go about learning it. Her eyes widened, and she clapped her hands together, one of her many subconscious habits she’d had when she was overly excited. “Wait, you do Parkour?” she said, practically jumping out her skates. “Is it as fun as it looks? I’ve wanted to try it but I wouldn’t know where to begin,” she said, forgetting about keeping those particular favourites to herself for the time being. Besides, he brought it up, so it was fair game to go all twenty questions.

Oh, she really couldn’t believe she fell like that. And right on top of Dawson no less. She laughed nodding her head. “Why, thank you. I think absolutely have to agree with you, a few more times around the block before I try anything more difficult, like running!” Alright, she really had to get the colour from racing to her cheeks every single time Dawson did something or said something. She took a deep breath and moved to make it easier for him to get up. “I should be asking you that,” she said before accepting his hand and pulling herself up. She was just as prepared and managed to get back on her feet with no incident. She stood in front of Dawson with her hand on his arm, getting her balance back. Looking up at him, she smiled wide and beaming. “My hero, thank you,” she said, that ever present blush darkening; and just when she’d thought she’d gotten rid of it.

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[Dawson Trent Naylor]

He grinned down at her, his cheeks almost hurting from it as he criss-crossed his legs once more, this time with less thought to it than before. He hated repeating himself and mundane routines were usually enough to make him crinkle his nose and pretend to vomit. Dawson never saw himself in the suit with the typical nine to five job and the white picket fences. He needed that unpredictability in his life to keep him on his toes and to keep him from going insane. “Well, fate must’ve brought us together then. This is destiny at work, for sure.”

[/color] He teased, slamming his hand to his chest in an over dramatic fashion and casting his eyes upwards for a short second, not risking much longer in case he crashed into something or someone.

His own hair got treated to the harsh heat of the straighteners most mornings. Naturally, the red hair was frizzy and resembled a very bad eighties style perm and it was not a look he often went for, unless it was just him and the video games for part of the day, although, the summer heat in New York sometimes made it impossible to keep his physical secret just that and he’d catch a glimpse of himself in the large windows or bathroom mirrors with a few curling tendrils of hair that looked like they’d been placed there for decoration or something; it was not a look he particularly liked. “Ah, but deserts have snakes. See, we have seals and they are much prettier to look at.”[/color] He struggled to acclimatise to the summers in the city and usually found himself feeling cranky and more irritable than usual. It was safe to say that Dawson probably wouldn’t last long in the desert without turning into a five year old in a toy store and throwing a tantrum that would usually be so unlike him.

He almost jumped when she clapped her hands together, but luckily he managed to keep his balance and not stumble across the ice, grinning instead when she showed an interest in his parkour. If this girl hadn’t caught his interest already, then this was the close of the deal; he had to spend more time with her, get to know her better and who knew what else could bloom from that. In Dawson’s mind, a girl who knew about parkour meant they were as about as perfect as they come. “It’s incredible. There really isn’t anything quite like it and the feeling you get is just - it’s indescribable.”[/color] Skating backwards, he turned to face KC, grinning like a wild man. “It’s not the easiest sport to get started with, but I could probably show you a few basics, introduce you to a few of my friends once the weather gets a little warmer. It’s no fun in the cold and it’s a little more dangerous.”[/color] Dawson broke his wrist just the winter before, landing on a patch of black ice and falling rather badly onto his side. It hadn’t been the most pleasant experience, but it didn’t deter him for long.

Chuckling softly, Dawson shook his head. “No running. I don’t want you to end up covered in bruises or in the ER with me having to try and explain to the nurse that your feet are new.”[/color] He said with a hint of mock seriousness. He didn’t want KC to get hurt, that much was true; it wouldn’t exactly be a good end to what was turning out to be a rather intriguing afternoon. Waving off her suggestion with a flick of his wrist, he turned to her with a twinkle in his eyes. “I’m fine; made of steel.”[/color] He told her, winking flirtatiously. Accepting her remark with another beaming grin, he glanced sideways at her. “Just give me a cape and a moment to get my boxers over my spandex.”[/color] He joked, skating in sync with her once more.
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