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Wylie needed a break. He doesn't know what's gotten into him, but he's been writing and recording music simply because he can lately and it seems to be working out alright for him. He feels like at least there's something vaguely interesting coming from it, even if it's not the greatest shit he's ever written.

Either way, the recording studio they have built into the house is boxed in and he gets bored, so he takes Van outside to run him around a bit. At the moment, he's chucking a stick as far as he can, letting Van sprint after it and bring it back to him.

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"I do," he says, leaning in to press a kiss against her mouth, "I've got a thing for hard-ass women. You're as hard-ass as they get," he teases, reaching to try and squeeze her ass if he can get a hold of it.

Van is on his way back and looking very happy about his people. Wylie looks down at the dopey dog and grins.

What follows is a period where Van tries to fit on the seat too, or even better yet on top of his humans. It all ends after a while with the dog settled on Wylie's feet with a heavy sigh.

Jelani just chuckles, leaning back. "Hey, Wylie?" She pauses for a moment. "Think we get to stay like this?"

He looks over at her when she asks that question. That's not exactly what he was thinking about hurt now. So, what's he think? Can they keep this up forever?

"Do you want it to?" He asks instead, "we can hide out here forever and ignore everyone ever. I think you'd get bored."

"Yeah, I'd get bored," she admits. "Gotta find something to do, I know that. Something that ain't bounty hunting." She hadn't been out on a bounty run in a very long time, and she wasn't in any way missing it. "But, I mean... You doing your music, me doing... whatever I find doing. Us keeping on living here with our stupid dog.... I wanna get to keep that."

"I think we can keep doing that then. We will be with each other and do what we want and can and..." He leans over and kisses her head. "We can make this work for us, I think. We can keep working away at this with our house and our stupid dog."

Wylie grins and looks down at Van at his feet, his hand on his girlfriends leg still. Hmm.

She peers over at him, small smile playing on her lips. "What? I see ya thinkin' there, Wylie Kerns."

He laughs and looks at her, raising an eyebrow when she uses his full name. "I don't know. You said I'm doing the music thing but I don't now exactly what I'm doing with it. Is kinda just a fun thing, I guess."

"Find someone to get it out to the masses?" She asks, nudging his leg with hers. "It'd be a damn shame if it all stayed our little private secret, dont'cha think?"

"Who is go a want to listen to that weird shit?" he laughs, knowing hes not the most talented person out there. Besides, what would he do if they didn't like it? God that's weird to think about.

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