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It felt almost strange to make the trip to Cronenburg without the comforts of being able to nap in the truck while the driver took care of the driving. It made the trip infinitely more pleasant. But since he did not bring his horses with him this time there was no need for such luxuries. Plane it was, then - and a lease car upon arrival in Amsterdam. He could have made the trip in his own car, but the way that Maserati ate fuel it did not really justify on basis of economics alone.. not that it really mattered. But the many hours behind the wheel without company... nah.
He pulled up in his usual spot on the property, casting a glance to the sea that spread out behind the buildings. Maybe next time he could sail here....
Coco burst from the vehicle like a rocket launched into space; too much pent up energy from the trip to contain it any longer. Simon let her go - she probably had caught Kaira's scent and was trying to locate the source. It'd be a lie to claim Simon was not slightly apprehensive right now - Kaira had not seemed quite her usual self lately. Was it the new job? He sure felt suspicious about those 'pirates'... He would be on his marks trying to determine what was up and whether it was cause for concern...
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Kaira was mucking out the stables when she heard a sudden familiar noise from behind. the sound of lil paws and nails tapping on the stone as her little friend came closer.
“ Hey Coco.. “ She said, her smile a bit more worn and tired than normal as she picked her up and looked for Simon to appear too. She greeted him with that same smile as he came closer.
“ Heya. “ She waved at him, or well.. with Coco’s lil paw. Until he came close enough to give him a hug. It was good to see him again, and she rubbed his back shortly to show her appreciation for his visit. It was pretty spontaneous after all, but well needed.
“ Thanks for coming, how was your flight ? “ She asked as she let him go and placed Coco back on the ground.
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The dog greeted her as enthusiastically as ever; not seeming to mind the uncharacteristic tiredness that Kaira displayed... or maybe she sought to counter it?
Her owner was not far behind, swaggering closer and greeting her by wiggling his fingers at her.
,,My favourite bitches," he announced as he came within reach, accepting the hug and returning it in kind. ,,Not half bad, actually," he admitted with shrug. ,,While I was robbed of my nap, this method of transportation includes more walking than going by truck. Hell, usually I'm walking in the same bowlegged manner as an Amsterdam whore after being couped up on the passenger seat for so many hours, but look at me being all springy now--" ..he made jump with a heel click to illustrate his point.
,,What about you, hangover or just exhausted from being awesome?" he asked in return - the tired smile she sported revealed she wasn't quite up to par with herself today.
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" The favourite bitches aren't complete without you.." Kaira chuckled, her smile turning a bit more genuine. Boy she missed seeing him, it could not be soon enough for her each time they parted. This guy just had that spirit she needed right now. His description of his travels were colourful as ever and she couldn't help herself but to laugh. An Amsterdam whore, jesus christ Kvark.
" I would say you are way more graceful than that, even with stiff legs.." she argued, her eyebrow raising slightly at his next question. Oi..was it that obvious ?
" the latter, of course.." She winked playfully, no alcohol involved..sadly. Kaira placed the pitchfork back on it's main spot before going back to the wheelbarrow to get rid of the load she just dumped into it. Lucky thing for Kvark she was done now, she didn't figure he would offer to help and watching would be quite boring. It did take her a couple of hours already..not because that's how long it usually took her but..
She had barely made it out of the stable building before she placed the wheelbarrow back on the ground. It almost seemed like she had ran quite a distance.
" Gimme a sec." She panted a bit out of breath. Here we go..she thought, if anyone would not let this sad display slip it would be him. They had trained so well lately after all.. all that progress appeared to be lost now.

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,,Of course not, I'm the Bitch King." he agreed without hesitation, not batting an eye as Coco kept running in circles around them before finally deciding to burst out of sight through the stable door in what he believed was an attempt to rid herself of pent-up energy. She would be back soon enough.
,,Thank you - a great compliment. 'More graceful than a prostitute'; I will put that on my cv."
He nodded at her explanation, waiting for her to maybe follow up with a disclaimer and a more serious reason... but he waited in vain. She went back to her wheelbarrow and it seemed she was wrapping up her work now. He casually placed his hands in his pockets and followed her out the building though it wasn't long until they halted again. His first thought was something along the lines of 'shoelace untied' or 'sticky fingers on the grip', but when he heard the way she almost heaved for breath he pricked his ears... out of breath? Seriously?
,,...Tell me, how much did you smoke recently compared to how much you've been running?" he inquired with a certain irk in his voice.
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" You mean; More graceful than anyone on this planet.." She laughed dryly, coughing a bit as she did and still trying get her breathing back to normal.. it only took a minute..or two.. but she managed to continue to take the wheelbarrow to the big pile and she pushed it on there. With really all her power she managed to empty the last load. Pooh.. again..she needed a moment.
" No..Running...lots of smoking.. I dunno..1...package a day ? I can't tell..a lot. " She shrugged with an almost guilty nervous chuckle. She could imagine how disappointed he was to hear that. She was doing pretty well only a few months ago.
She led them to two beach beds near the stable, located out of the wind and in the sun. She offered him a seat and sat down herself as well. A well deserved break.
" Did you bring any Faxe ? "Kaira asked with a hopeful lil smile. She always missed it when she was home.
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,,Oh, you flatter me. That does look better on the cv, though, I'll give you that. It's not bragging if it's true, is it?"
He kept smiling, but that cough really... irked him for some reason. How bad a shape could you get into in short a short span of time. Something seemed a bit amiss.
,,Kaira, for fuck's sake.." he said with distaste. Bad shape did nothing for her form, nope - but was that all of it? ,,You're not sick, are you? Running a fever?" He put his hand on her forehead, knowing full well that this was useless to measure a temperature but it just seemed a good thing to do.
He followed her to the assigned beach bed and was fast to flop down on it and kick off his shoes. She raised the very important subject of Faxe.
,,Eh, in my luggage. In the trunk of my car." he shot a glance in that direction. Damnit, and he had juuust placed himself. ,,Want me to get it?"
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“ Agreed, it’s 100% true. “ She winked at him again, well..he truly was very graceful though. Much more graceful than herself she had to admit. He always moved so swift and confident.
For fuck’s sake, ah ! there it was. She had been waiting for him to say it and she just chuckled again. Well, surely she hasn’t done very well.. But she would get there again once she is feeling better. She was sure of it.
“ sick ? Why would I be sick ? “ She looked up, following his hand to her forehead when he placed it there. She..didn’t feel super sick. Not great either but certainly no fever.
Then, when he mentioned the Faxe was in his car her eyes slowlyyy trailed to the parking lot. Why..Thank god he offered to get it himself.
“ That would be neat ! “ She cheered him on, patting him on the shoulder before reaching for her pocket to get the package of cigs out. Yep, she was in dire need of another.
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,,And that's a fact." he concluded with a self-satisfied flick with his neck. Ah, he'd never get tired of hearing such compliments. He answered her question with a shrug as he, too, came to the conclusion that maybe 'sickness' wasn't the right term to use here.
,,That cough." he just explained his reasoning. But it did not sound like an infectious cough, no.
He sighed dramatically and made a theatrical sort of whiny moan as she expressed her wish to be brought the Faxe right now. Sure, he was going to fetch it anyway, but he might as well make a lil scene out of it, right?
,,Oh, it's a hard life --" he complained as he put his shoes back on. ,,The things I do for love -- well, I'm just going to claim these in return -" he made a swift movement and snatched the cigarette package from her grip, then breaking into a run towards the car. If she wasn't going to exercise on her own, maybe she just needed a bit of motivation...
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" Yeah..it's an annoying cough. Maybe a cold ? " She shrugged as well, she had no idea where it was coming from as well.
" And I love you ve- HEY !" Kaira shouted as he suddenly snatched the cigarettes from her. Oh damnit Kvark. Without even thinking she got up to run after him. She had so been looking forward to it the last..15 minutes. UGH.
" You son of a-- " She yelled again, stopping half way along the way to his car. Boy..this was..tough.
She let herself bent forward a bit. Trying to catch her breath. It was even worse than last time now..followed up by some coughs and gasps.
" D..Don't do that..again.." She panted, not really moving from her spot. But still trying to joke. Though she soon started to focus a bit more instead of joking around. Why couldn't she catch her breath ?

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To be continued

Art, kai, Tjerk and Annette belong to me
Kvark, Coco and writing on his parts by Zoubstance
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Description
previously :

finally some good company x)

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It felt almost strange to make the trip to Cronenburg without the comforts of being able to nap in the truck while the driver took care of the driving. It made the trip infinitely more pleasant. But since he did not bring his horses with him this time there was no need for such luxuries. Plane it was, then - and a lease car upon arrival in Amsterdam. He could have made the trip in his own car, but the way that Maserati ate fuel it did not really justify on basis of economics alone.. not that it really mattered. But the many hours behind the wheel without company... nah.
He pulled up in his usual spot on the property, casting a glance to the sea that spread out behind the buildings. Maybe next time he could sail here....
Coco burst from the vehicle like a rocket launched into space; too much pent up energy from the trip to contain it any longer. Simon let her go - she probably had caught Kaira's scent and was trying to locate the source. It'd be a lie to claim Simon was not slightly apprehensive right now - Kaira had not seemed quite her usual self lately. Was it the new job? He sure felt suspicious about those 'pirates'... He would be on his marks trying to determine what was up and whether it was cause for concern...
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Kaira was mucking out the stables when she heard a sudden familiar noise from behind. the sound of lil paws and nails tapping on the stone as her little friend came closer.
“ Hey Coco.. “ She said, her smile a bit more worn and tired than normal as she picked her up and looked for Simon to appear too. She greeted him with that same smile as he came closer.
“ Heya. “ She waved at him, or well.. with Coco’s lil paw. Until he came close enough to give him a hug. It was good to see him again, and she rubbed his back shortly to show her appreciation for his visit. It was pretty spontaneous after all, but well needed.
“ Thanks for coming, how was your flight ? “ She asked as she let him go and placed Coco back on the ground.
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The dog greeted her as enthusiastically as ever; not seeming to mind the uncharacteristic tiredness that Kaira displayed... or maybe she sought to counter it?
Her owner was not far behind, swaggering closer and greeting her by wiggling his fingers at her.
,,My favourite bitches," he announced as he came within reach, accepting the hug and returning it in kind. ,,Not half bad, actually," he admitted with shrug. ,,While I was robbed of my nap, this method of transportation includes more walking than going by truck. Hell, usually I'm walking in the same bowlegged manner as an Amsterdam whore after being couped up on the passenger seat for so many hours, but look at me being all springy now--" ..he made jump with a heel click to illustrate his point.
,,What about you, hangover or just exhausted from being awesome?" he asked in return - the tired smile she sported revealed she wasn't quite up to par with herself today.
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" The favourite bitches aren't complete without you.." Kaira chuckled, her smile turning a bit more genuine. Boy she missed seeing him, it could not be soon enough for her each time they parted. This guy just had that spirit she needed right now. His description of his travels were colourful as ever and she couldn't help herself but to laugh. An Amsterdam whore, jesus christ Kvark.
" I would say you are way more graceful than that, even with stiff legs.." she argued, her eyebrow raising slightly at his next question. Oi..was it that obvious ?
" the latter, of course.." She winked playfully, no alcohol involved..sadly. Kaira placed the pitchfork back on it's main spot before going back to the wheelbarrow to get rid of the load she just dumped into it. Lucky thing for Kvark she was done now, she didn't figure he would offer to help and watching would be quite boring. It did take her a couple of hours already..not because that's how long it usually took her but..
She had barely made it out of the stable building before she placed the wheelbarrow back on the ground. It almost seemed like she had ran quite a distance.
" Gimme a sec." She panted a bit out of breath. Here we go..she thought, if anyone would not let this sad display slip it would be him. They had trained so well lately after all.. all that progress appeared to be lost now.

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,,Of course not, I'm the Bitch King." he agreed without hesitation, not batting an eye as Coco kept running in circles around them before finally deciding to burst out of sight through the stable door in what he believed was an attempt to rid herself of pent-up energy. She would be back soon enough.
,,Thank you - a great compliment. 'More graceful than a prostitute'; I will put that on my cv."
He nodded at her explanation, waiting for her to maybe follow up with a disclaimer and a more serious reason... but he waited in vain. She went back to her wheelbarrow and it seemed she was wrapping up her work now. He casually placed his hands in his pockets and followed her out the building though it wasn't long until they halted again. His first thought was something along the lines of 'shoelace untied' or 'sticky fingers on the grip', but when he heard the way she almost heaved for breath he pricked his ears... out of breath? Seriously?
,,...Tell me, how much did you smoke recently compared to how much you've been running?" he inquired with a certain irk in his voice.
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" You mean; More graceful than anyone on this planet.." She laughed dryly, coughing a bit as she did and still trying get her breathing back to normal.. it only took a minute..or two.. but she managed to continue to take the wheelbarrow to the big pile and she pushed it on there. With really all her power she managed to empty the last load. Pooh.. again..she needed a moment.
" No..Running...lots of smoking.. I dunno..1...package a day ? I can't tell..a lot. " She shrugged with an almost guilty nervous chuckle. She could imagine how disappointed he was to hear that. She was doing pretty well only a few months ago.
She led them to two beach beds near the stable, located out of the wind and in the sun. She offered him a seat and sat down herself as well. A well deserved break.
" Did you bring any Faxe ? "Kaira asked with a hopeful lil smile. She always missed it when she was home.
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,,Oh, you flatter me. That does look better on the cv, though, I'll give you that. It's not bragging if it's true, is it?"
He kept smiling, but that cough really... irked him for some reason. How bad a shape could you get into in short a short span of time. Something seemed a bit amiss.
,,Kaira, for fuck's sake.." he said with distaste. Bad shape did nothing for her form, nope - but was that all of it? ,,You're not sick, are you? Running a fever?" He put his hand on her forehead, knowing full well that this was useless to measure a temperature but it just seemed a good thing to do.
He followed her to the assigned beach bed and was fast to flop down on it and kick off his shoes. She raised the very important subject of Faxe.
,,Eh, in my luggage. In the trunk of my car." he shot a glance in that direction. Damnit, and he had juuust placed himself. ,,Want me to get it?"
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“ Agreed, it’s 100% true. “ She winked at him again, well..he truly was very graceful though. Much more graceful than herself she had to admit. He always moved so swift and confident.
For fuck’s sake, ah ! there it was. She had been waiting for him to say it and she just chuckled again. Well, surely she hasn’t done very well.. But she would get there again once she is feeling better. She was sure of it.
“ sick ? Why would I be sick ? “ She looked up, following his hand to her forehead when he placed it there. She..didn’t feel super sick. Not great either but certainly no fever.
Then, when he mentioned the Faxe was in his car her eyes slowlyyy trailed to the parking lot. Why..Thank god he offered to get it himself.
“ That would be neat ! “ She cheered him on, patting him on the shoulder before reaching for her pocket to get the package of cigs out. Yep, she was in dire need of another.
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,,And that's a fact." he concluded with a self-satisfied flick with his neck. Ah, he'd never get tired of hearing such compliments. He answered her question with a shrug as he, too, came to the conclusion that maybe 'sickness' wasn't the right term to use here.
,,That cough." he just explained his reasoning. But it did not sound like an infectious cough, no.
He sighed dramatically and made a theatrical sort of whiny moan as she expressed her wish to be brought the Faxe right now. Sure, he was going to fetch it anyway, but he might as well make a lil scene out of it, right?
,,Oh, it's a hard life --" he complained as he put his shoes back on. ,,The things I do for love -- well, I'm just going to claim these in return -" he made a swift movement and snatched the cigarette package from her grip, then breaking into a run towards the car. If she wasn't going to exercise on her own, maybe she just needed a bit of motivation...
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" Yeah..it's an annoying cough. Maybe a cold ? " She shrugged as well, she had no idea where it was coming from as well.
" And I love you ve- HEY !" Kaira shouted as he suddenly snatched the cigarettes from her. Oh damnit Kvark. Without even thinking she got up to run after him. She had so been looking forward to it the last..15 minutes. UGH.
" You son of a-- " She yelled again, stopping half way along the way to his car. Boy..this was..tough.
She let herself bent forward a bit. Trying to catch her breath. It was even worse than last time now..followed up by some coughs and gasps.
" D..Don't do that..again.." She panted, not really moving from her spot. But still trying to joke. Though she soon started to focus a bit more instead of joking around. Why couldn't she catch her breath ?

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To be continued

Art, kai, Tjerk and Annette belong to me
Kvark, Coco and writing on his parts by Zoubstance
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