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[ @ImNotIma ] -- visible as he spoke, his question a direct response to her 'fidgety' comment.

[ @ImNotIma ] -- gesture that further emphasized his uncertainty. "So, this ain't some kind of hint?" The faintest of smirks became --

[ @ImNotIma ] -- it all and replant it some place else. I don't even know if I'd want to." A small shrug followed the biker's words, a --

[ @ImNotIma ] -- response. "It's just not an option. Not with the club... The kids... All the shit that goes with it. I can't just uproot --

[ @ImNotIma ] -- his lips and took a sip. "...Not for a long time." The biker exhaled a long and needed breath before concluding his --

[ @ImNotIma ] "I've thought about it before..." There was a short break in Opie's words as he once again lifted the bottle of beer to --

[ @ImNotIma ] -- couldn't remember the last time he simply stopped and looked up at the sky above.

[ @ImNotIma ] -- elbows, gazing upwards at starlit sky. She was right. The beauty and the peace was so often taken for granted. Opie --

[ @ImNotIma ] -- paired his words. "...To find peace among such chaos." The biker placed his bottle down by his side and slid onto his --

[ @ImNotIma ] -- the bottle to his lips, mirroring her movements as he downed a large mouthful of beer. "It's rare..." A nod of agreement --

[ @ImNotIma ] -- was clear to see that his somewhat conceited response was layered with sarcasm. To stop himself from smiling, he lifted --

[ @ImNotIma ] Opie lifted his bottle in recognition of her statement. "Sweet talker, that's me." He remained expressionless, though it --

[ @ImNotIma ] -- with love in his eyes. "This view ain't half bad either..." The smallest of smiles threatened to surface as he spoke.

[ @ImNotIma ] -- together that broke his focus and ushered his attention over towards where she was stood. The biker gazed up at his lady --

[ @ImNotIma ] -- simple once again. His focus remained skyward, even as he spoke. It was the sound of two glass bottlenecks clinking --

[ @ImNotIma ] -- was only when he lowered himself down onto them that he chose to speak. "Nice night for it." The words he picked were --

[ @ImNotIma ] Without exchanging another word, Opie took heed of her instruction and lay the bedroll and blankets flat at his feet. It --

"There is no need to thank me. Honesty is not kindness." xitter.cf/ImNotIma/status/715234…

#WCW @ImNotIma "You are the only one for me. Year to year, in words and deed. In all this chaos, the trace of clarity."

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