Jude
it’s tough to be a dreamer when they don’t come true
Feels like your blossoming is overdue
Eye contact is one of Jude's primary allergies, so he doesn't readily notice Flora's inability to keep it. Though he does offer her an encouraging smile as he goes through the motions of drop, kick, shuffle, drop, pony. "Easiest way to deal with haters is to deny them alcohol," he cheekily advises, though he is nevertheless glad the damage had been repaired as much as possible. "I'm not the most fun person so I'm not good for giving ideas, but clearly I'm good at grunt work." Though he has recently slipped headfirst into drinking, bar fights, and even a brief tangle with Dreamdust. Maybe he's more Flora's brand of fun in the depths of his moping. Feels like your blossoming is overdue
The idea of family takes him aback in a pleasant but achy sort of way. "I didn't think of it that way, but yeah. It would be pretty cool to be cousins with a Queen," he admits, the smile he shoots her boyishly charming and shy around the edges as he drops another rock. His calves strain just enough on the incline to make him grateful he runs nearly every day, or else this would be a lot more painful.
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Jude starts on leg day up the hill.
Well there ain’t no use in crying, darling
Or so they say
Or so they say
