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[mrdmacleod.livejournal.com]

Duncan starts the class with stretching and warm ups, moving everyone out to the track for endurance runs. He seems somewhat preoccupied today.

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[mrdmacleod.livejournal.com]

Duncan chuckles. "Well, she could try." He seems privately amused by the idea of being beaten to death.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"Come on, fess up. Who finally managed to make you stop?"

[mrdmacleod.livejournal.com]

"Just got things on my mind." He looks over. "Who made you so cynical?" His tone is more curious than truly sharp.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"Practice. Lots and lots of practice." Jack smiles despite himself. "Anything you wanna bitch about?"

[mrdmacleod.livejournal.com]

"Nah. Not bad things. Old friend in town that I need to look up when I get some time."

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"An old friend or and old friend?"

[mrdmacleod.livejournal.com]

He chuckles. (see below--OOC, can't remember the song title)

[mrdmacleod.livejournal.com]

He finds himself whistling a song to which the lyrics are, in part, "a friend with breasts and all the rest, a friend who's dressed in leather..."

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Jack just. Stares.

"Okay. Friend friend it is."

[mrdmacleod.livejournal.com]

Duncan realizes what he's been whistling and cough a bit.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Jack continues to stare.

[mrdmacleod.livejournal.com]

Duncan jogs faster in the hope of not talking himself in any deeper.

[swerval_zero]

*jogs up next to Jack* Hey there! Rory loved her present!

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

*Stare* *Blinks*

Huh? Oh, really? That's great, sorry I couldn't make it to the party I was exhausted. I'm not sure how I actually managed to even get to my room.