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[harshboldcharm]

 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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[harshboldcharm]

"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.

[halfbreedczarnian]

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

[harshboldcharm]

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."

[halfbreedczarnian]

"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?"

[harshboldcharm]

"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.