TF-verse, Florida: Jeimu and Jav's house.

[jeimu.livejournal.com]

She looks up at her husband the moment her feet hit the ground. The air is slightly cool; dusk has fallen and there's the distinct aroma of salt on the air. Typical seaside night.

"So," she says quietly, "what exactly did you say to him?"

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"Whatever?" He turns toward her quizzically.

[go-endeavour.livejournal.com]

"I was most definitely not graceful," she insists, now shaking a coconut and holding it up to her aural receptor, "but you can believe whatever you want."

She had spent most of the latter half of the party blaring Scooter songs from her speakers, much to the delight of all the children present.

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"You were compared to Ironhide," he asserts.

Not that that would have taken much, the way the weapons expert had been staggering around and carrying on with his sparkmate.

[go-endeavour.livejournal.com]

"Right. Who was falling all over himself."

[random_xtras]

"Exactly." He looks at Jeimu.

[jeimu.livejournal.com]

Jeimu is paying attention to Asuka, who is now chewing on her sneaker lace.

But she gets the impression that someone's looking at her and looks up. "What?"