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McCoppin Scrap, Sunday, All Day

You would think that with the heat the way it was, outside was the last place Dean would ever think to be. Especially not surrounded by reflective metals and black rubber tires. (The tires had reappeared sometime over the course of the week. Dean suspected strongly at this point that the junk yard just kind of re-filled itself based on whatever whims it had, day by day.)

Either way, if you thought that he was going to be inside out of this heat, you'd be wrong. He'd pulled out his lawn chair, grabbed a newspaper, pulled on his shades, and he was reading quite happily, having found a patch of shade that was just the right size, underneath the half-constructed armature for his Alot of Tires sculpture.

All he had to do was be here today. And if being here meant that he could kick back and drink ungodly amounts of iced coffee, then so be it.

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"Yeah, I haven't seen much of them either," Dean replied with a shrug. "I think the... big... hairy..."

He waved a hand at his sketch.

"That was probably really the first of the local wildlife that I've ever spotted out here. I'm all for the great outdoors, but I guess when it comes to spotting the extra weird, I'm a bit out of touch."

"Yeah, all I'm thinking is that I need to walk around more," Kaidan admitted. "Is it usually this hot out here? We're in... Maryland, right?"

"We're in Maryland," Dean confirmed, "and I'm pretty sure this is some kind of national freak heatwave. The paper was saying that it was breaking records clear across the country. So... no, it's not usually this hot here. Thank God."

They were just... lucky this year. Or something.

"So I guess we're just lucky, huh," said Kaidan - not really agreeing with the narrative on purpose, but, well. "I forgot how hot it can get down south. Guess we'll have to hold out until September."

"That's only... pretty much the whole summer away. I'm sure we can pull through."

Freak blizzards were welcome to hit the island any time, Fandom. Really.

"Like I said, the heat doesn't really get to me," Kaidan said. "It's the... well, it's the seasons? I mean, I used to spend most of my time on a ship-- climate controlled, always the same."

"Ah, so it's the constant shifting that'll get you," Dean noted, nodding, and then re-filling his mug. "I can see how stepping into weather like this could be a bit jarring. More water?"

"Thanks," Kaidan said - automatically. "One more mug, then I'll head back out."

He kind of felt like he was drawing this out to... well, to have something to do, instead of sitting around his room thinking and trying to stave off a migraine.

Well, there were probably worse things to do than hang around a scrapyard, drinking complimentary water. Avoiding the migraine alone probably made it worth it, right?

"One more it is, then." Dean had the happy mug in hand and was filling it up in an instant. "Any part of the island that appeals to you most yet?"

Small talk. It was what was for dinner.

Considering the vast seas of experience Kaidan had with migraines?

Yeah. It was worth it.

"I just moved into a new place," Kaidan offered. "It's not too bad. You staying nearby?"

"Yeah. Guy, Samus and I are just a few streets over, on Chimera Court," Dean confirmed. "The only house down that street, actually. Next door to the little French cafe and the community center. And you? Staying at the hotel, or did you find some housemates in town?"

"Got an invite to a place at 33 Apocalypse," Kaidan said. "It's nice. And cheaper than the hotel, which is what the Alliance likes to hear. I've only met one of the other tenants, but he's good people."

"Oh, yeah? Maybe I've met him," Dean mused, raising his mug as he passed Kaidan's back to him. "I walk down that street pretty often on my way to the Perk, and you're actually pretty much around the corner from me."

Clearly, this called for some kind of block party or something. One fuelled by coffee and food.

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