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[Gren's broadcast starts of with this little tune. As usual, it plays all the way through before there's a soft chuckle]

You know, I think it finally just occurred to me it's summer. Not that I didn't notice, but that I didn't really think about it. We usually take it for granted. I think we can be at least a little grateful that this place even bothers to observe something rudimentary like the changing of the seasons. It could just decide to make it winter forever, or, heck, not even observe any kind of logical season at all.

But anyway, I thought - it's been a long time since summer actually felt like summer. Like when you were a kid, and it meant freedom.

And maybe freedom is an idea we can use more of.

So, tell me one of your favorite summer memories from back home, or something you like to do that makes summer feel like not just another stretch of months in the year.

[And then the music will start up again, with a nice long list of songs that tie in the theme...and so on....]

....

[Sometime later, in radio silence]

[Vicious]

I haven't seen you in a few weeks.

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[He dismisses the rest of the post as both typically Gren and something he's having no part of. It's not as if he has those sorts of stories to share, even if he were inclined to.]

Did you want to?

[No real explanations for what he's been up to, of course.]

Yes. I miss your smiling face when you're not around [There's something of a audible smirk in that statement]

What have you been up to?

I'm sure you do. [But his skepticism is just as audible]

Not much.

[Which was the truth, at least.]

Not much, huh? Exciting. [Teasing]

Very. [He sure sounds it, too.] I assume you want to see me? [Because small-talk is not a thing Vicious does well.]

That'd be a decent assumption to make.

Where should I meet you?

[He was not setting foot in that carnival, but he suspected Gren knew better anyway.]

Mini-golf is probably out... [Though part of him would pay to see that happen]

I don't really care. We could hit the shooting range? Or would that be a little too nostalgic for you? That, or my place works.

[The mini-golf suggestion just got a vaguely amused snort out of him.]

The shooting range is neutral ground. I wouldn't mind the practice.

[As much fun as it might be to invade Gren's home turf again, he still wasn't sure what to make of their last non-castle influenced meeting, so it was better to be cautious in his endeavors.]

[He takes a moment to smile to himself, always appreciative of the rare moments he could wring something other than apathy out of the man]

Great. I'll meet you there.

[He could make Gren wait, simply because it's in his power to do so, but decides to be prompt, in the end, waiting around for the other man to show up.]

[He gives Vicious a little wave when he shows up, his other hand in his pants pocket]

Hey.

Satisfied?

[Because he can't help but think this is all just a way for Gren to reassure himself that he's still just fine. It's a thought that makes him smirk a little.]

[Wryly] Yes, I dragged you all the way out here just to make sure you didn't fall down a well or something, you can go now... [The more ominous something being closer to overdosing on red-eye or having another run-in with Spike]

[He can well guess what 'something' might entail, and the idea that Gren was worried honestly amused him, as unnecessary as it was.]

You don't seem to have much faith in my ability to care for myself.

You're right. I should know you're good at looking after yourself... [No, that was a thought he didn't want to have again...

He pushes it away almost angrily]

Look, can we just do something rather than sitting around waiting for the next thing the castle throws at us?

[If he were anyone else, he might be slightly taken aback, but it's Vicious, so the only reaction that gets is that his face goes blank, rather than hold on to that slightly amused look he'd had up to now.]

Whatever you want.

[And that was probably half the issue here. He really didn't know what Gren did want, other than to apparently check up on him at regular intervals.]

[He sighs and looks away for a moment. If only it were that easy. What he wanted was impossible...unthinkable. The idea of asking Vicious for that seemed the same as laying down and asking for the man to kill him.]

[He turns back, recovering his easy smile]

Come on, let's just go pick our guns and get in some practice. Have you even touched a gun since Titan?

[He takes that reaction in stride, but the question causes a frown for one brief moment before the mask falls back into place.]

I haven't forgotten how to use one.

[Which isn't answering the question, really, but he has no intention of elaborating, on that account.]

We'll see about that. What do you think...[He starts towards where the weapons are kept]...pistols or rifles?

Rifles are more satisfying.

[Or maybe it's just that he hasn't touched one of those since the war. He doubts Gren will call him on it, at any rate.]

[He grins and picks out a semi-auto model similar to the one they used on Titan]

Too bad we can't shoot at anything that explodes.

[That comment gets something dangerously close to a real smile out of him as he picks a rifle for himself.]

That is a shame.

[He does love a good explosion.]

[Gren, in turn, laughs, and turns on his heel to find a lane]

Now I know what to get you for Christmas.

[This may not be entirely in jest, but that's what it sounds like]

Oh? I'll look forward to it, then.

[He sounds as close to amused as he ever does as he checks over his rifle and follows Gren to a lane. Target practice is never as satisfying as the real thing, but he will make do.]

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