In the dark

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[Boone pushes the last of the living room furniture off to the side. He lays a picnic blanket over the floor and lights a gas lamp placing it off to the side on the coffee table.]
Hey Al, the setup is all ready. How's the food?
Not a great day

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[Boone wakes up from the flash, he peels his body off of the hardwood floor. The all too familiar headache was beginning it's terrible onslaught, he hobbles to the kitchen for a glass of ice water and some Tylenol. Boone groans as he ruffles through the cabinets.]
IMMA SAY MEAN THINGS

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[Boone returns home, slamming the door open. On the way back from Juliet's house he'd worked himself back into a fury. He storms to the bedroom, putting on a sleep shirt and boxers, wanting to just end the day already and sleep the anger away. He loudly shuts and opens the dresser drawers, taking out his frustrations on the poor furniture.]
Cute as hell

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[After towel drying his hair, Boone makes his way into the bedroom. He looks over to Alex, who was busy getting ready, and sits down on their bed so he can search through the dresser. Boone pulls out a pair of socks and begins to dress himself. They had planned their own nice dinner date for Valentine's day, and had spent most of the day preparing for it. The savory smell of cooking meat filled the air making Boone's mouth water a little. He buttons his shirt and turns to Alex.]

Should I check the rabbit?
Drinkin'

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After coming home after a long day of adventuring/hunting, Boone pours himself a glass of OJ and bonelessly collapses onto the couch. He kicks his feet up to rest on a couch arm, settling himself into full relaxation mode.
:3

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[Boone snaps awake, instantly alert of his surroundings. He rolls over to look at Alex, who was sleeping. Careful not to wake her up he slinks away from the bed and to the place where he hid his gift to her. He pockets, sets the coffee machine, and slides back into their bed. He gently touches Alex on the arm, speaking lightly.]
Hey Al, you awake?
Merry Christmas.
Serious face

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[Boone knocks on the door to their bedroom, he opens it just a crack.]
Hey Al, you in there?
I got something I need to talk to you about.
Friendly

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[Boone had found himself waking up much earlier than he ever expected to. For a while, he patiently waits for Alex to get up, but eventually boredom causes him to leave the house (after writing Alex a note saying he was out) and go aimlessly wandering around the barracks. He stumbles upon a basketball court, huh, since when did that get there? He spots a tired old orange basketball and cheerfully decides to go shoot some hoops, it had been a while since he'd been really active.]
Creepin'

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[Boone walks up to the door of Charlie and Claire's house and knocks. He had felt really bad about being so short with his friend and felt an apology was due. He's carrying a 6 pack of Dharma Beer in hand, a kind of birthday/apology gift.]