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[harper reese lebeau]

She smiled over at him, squeezing his hand gently. She picked up one of her fries, dropping it into her mouth. She glanced at Sean, then picked up one of her chicken fingers, taking a bite out of it. She settled for looking out the window, watching a few people pass. She took a bite out of another fry, then wiped her hand on a napkin. She grabbed her coke, taking a sip out of it before setting it back on the table. Her phone went off and she reached into her back pocket, reading the message before she put it back into her pocket.

[trez matthew steele]

Trez managed to get halfway through his sandwich, set it down and cleared his throat. "Be right back," He mumbled, getting up and slinking towards the bathroom.

Sean hesitated, watching him, then got up and followed.

Trez had already slid to the floor, arms wrapped around himself, head on his knees. He felt Sean's hand on his shoulder, let out a shaky breath. "Relax, Trez.."

[harper reese lebeau]

She felt him let go of her hand and looked over. "Okay.." She mumbled, watching Sean go after him. It concerned her, and she drew one of her knees up into the booth. She picked at her fries, propping her elbow up on the table. She rested her cheek on it, pushing her food around the paper tray. She tapped her other foot on the floor, glancing up at the window. She saw someone walk past, so drawn to her they ran right into the window. She raised an eyebrow, shaking her head as she took a sip of her soda, her yellow eyes changing back to brown.

[trez matthew steele]

Sean held Trez's arm gently as they stepped out of the bathroom a few minutes later. He was a little shaken, but it hadn't been too bad.

Dropping back into the booth, Sean did the same. Trez looked around for a moment. "You should finish eating," Sean murmured, playful act pushed aside so he could help his friend. Trez shrugged, absently taking Harper's hand again and reaching for his soda.

[harper reese lebeau]

Harper looked up when he came back, smiling a bit. She pushed her hair from her face, had been busy watching the absent minded guy who had ran into a wall get to his feet. She squeezed his hand gently, finishing off the fry she had been working on. She leaned back, propping her feet up on the other side of Sean.

"We can go back to my place and crash. Watch horror movies or something. Unless Tutti fruity over there prefers chick flicks. In which case, we can hit up Blockbuster or something." She smirked over at him, tossing a fry his way.

[zayne atekahr thompson]

Trez smirked faintly. "Sounds good to me," He murmured, working on finishing up the last of his burger. He could handle a small seizure fine, had adapted to it. The two the other day had wiped him out previously however.

Sean complained. "There's nothing wrong with chick flicks, and for your information, I can watch a horror movie without pissing mysel- grosss!" He flicked the fry off, glaring at her with mocking blue eyes.

[harper reese lebeau]

"Can you?" She asked, her yellow eyes glaring back at him. She didn't have a problem with him personally. But the fact that he was just as alluring as she was made her naturally defensive. She looked over at Trez, bit her lip and looked away. She waited for him to finish before she started piling their trash back onto the tray. She tossed it, following them out of the restruant. She put her hands into her pockets again, looking down at her feet. She was mentally going through her closet, trying to think if she even owned a female article of clothing.

"I have- woah, hello light pole." She quickly moved around it, forgetting what it was she was saying. She lead them to a small house not far from Dairy queen, pulling her key out of her pocket. She unlocked the door, then pushed it open, walking in. A german shepherd looked up from the sofa, then bounded toward her.

"Aaah!" She bent over, grabbing his muzzle. She shook in back and forth, and he growled at her. "No biting." She kicked off her shoes, patting her leg towards the sofa. "Come on, Zulu."

[trez matthew steele]

Sean scowled faintly in response, trailing after them outside. Trez didn't seem to have that previous spark of energy. He could feel it gradually coming back though, chuckled as Harper nearly ran into the pole.

Sean nudged him along the way. "Dude if you like her go for it," He huffed under his breath. Trez smiled, shaking his head. "Not now," He murmured.

They stapped inside and Sean was instantly more interested in the dog than the place itself. Trez looked around a moment, slid off his shoes, and padded towards the couch. Dogs always made him wary. He wasn't afraid of them, but from experience, they knew a seizure before a person could tell, but they all acted differently. He stretched a bit. "What movies you got?"

[harper reese lebeau]

She coaxed the dog over to the shelves so they could sit on the couch. She knew he liked to hog it. He barked at her and she growled. "Don't speak to me in that tone, mister. They're my movies." He barked again and she shook her head.

"Uhh.." She chewed on her lip, bending over to look at the next shelf. Zulu nudged her butt and she groaned. "Just like a man." She pulled a movie off the shelf, popping it into the DVD player. "We may as well watch The Shini- ZULU!" She groaned as the dog curled up in her spot. She pushed play, walking over to the couch. She sat on the dog and he growled. She pouted, and he shook her off, walking over to Sean where he laid his head down, glaring at her.

"Keep him. This one's mine." She told him, wrapping her arms around one of Trez's, pulling her feet up into the couch.

[trez matthew steele]

Sean had collapsed on the floor and sprawled, and stayed there. He patted the dog happily, wrapping an arm over it almost like a little kid. It was amazing to think he had even managed to survive in prison for half a year.

Trez smiled, hand rubbing her side gently as she curled up on the couch. He tucked a foot up under himself, glancing at Sean and the dog before looking towards the screen.