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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.

Date: 2014-02-05 04:08 am (UTC)
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"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."

Date: 2014-02-05 04:43 am (UTC)
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She peers over at him, small smile playing on her lips. "What? I see ya thinkin' there, Wylie Kerns."

Date: 2014-02-05 04:58 am (UTC)
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"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?"

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