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(Alright!)
Tristan falls asleep quickly, noiselessly sleeping for a couple hours before waking up with a jolt.
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Tristan listens for a moment, then relaxes.
"I forgot I was at college now." he murmurs, sitting up.
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Tristan "glances" over at Lucas, and smiles.
"'Sup?"
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"Oh, that's nice. I'll go check it out." Tristan grins.
He slips out of bed and stretches. "Hey, do you go to the gym or anything like that?"
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"I need a gym buddy. All my friends are still in America." he sighs.
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"Alright, thank you!" he smiles.
"Now, I just need to find a hobby for while I'm in Ireland." he mutters.
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Tristan sighs.
"I guess, but I don't have money, and I doubt that there's a taxi that will take me all the way out to Stonehenge."
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"Like Salisbury Plain?" he chuckles. "I'd like that, though maybe I should, y'know, learn more about you before I get in a car or a plane with you."
"Walk? To England? From Ireland? You must think me Jesus to pull off a feat like that." he teases. "But yeah, we drive everywhere."
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"That sounds like fun, actually. I wonder how long it would take me to jog around the entirety of Ireland." he muses.
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Tristan laughs.
"No thanks. 'Go big or go home,' and all that bullshit, right? And I mean, I'm a tall buff beefcake of a man so I doubt it would take me very long."
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"I won't, I won't." he chuckles.
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Tristan tilts his head, then starts humming a sort of countermelody to whatever Lucas was humming.
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Tristan stops his humming after a couple more seconds, grinning.
"What? Surprised the history buff - emphasis on the 'buff' - can sing?" he teases.
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(Lol I made a good choice then)
Tristan laughs.
"Hey, do you have a violin?" he asks.