So, uh, I passed 100 reviews, ah, um..

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"Come on then Clive, keep up!" Flora laughed, running on with Bruno. The dog, as always, was powering ahead, but Flora was used to it. She jogged easily alongside the hound, but Clive was struggling to stay level. He eventually caught up with the giggling girl and her less than impressed pet, doubling over to catch his breath.
"Why-why are we running? You said walking, they're very very different things!" He panted, grabbing hold of her arm to stop her running off again.
"Because Bruno is a very headstrong and boisterous beast, and he'll take your arm off if you don't match his pace," she explained with a slightly smug smile, throwing a stick that he'd fetched her when they'd stopped.
"Well you've had practice!" Clive yelped, now laughing along with his friend, "can we sit? Please? My legs are killing."
"Sure, there's a bench around here somewhere, come on," she grinned, taking his arm and dragging him along the path.

"Didn't you get exercise in prison?" She asked with as they sank onto the chair, laughing at his response.
"Well obviously, there are some kind of legal things that mean we have to, but I skived off a lot. It was like PE all over again, with marginally less bullying and scarier showers," he shrugged, lobbing the stick for Bruno again and chuckling as the hound lolloped after it.
"I made up a medical condition to get out of cross country once," Flora grinned, remembering the scheme she and her friends had created. "For three weeks I suffered from a condition that meant if I did too much vigorous exercise I could go into Automatono-shock, which was so unbelievably sciencey sounding Ms Vick didn't even question it. In reality, me and my friends just took the start of a few phobias and made them into disorders. Automatonophobia is the fear of someone who smells bad, and I don't think Ms Vick knew what deodorant was," she sighed, a somewhat dreamy smile taking over the grin from before, "good times, good times."
"Bit of a rebel were we, Miss Reinhold?" Clive smirked, leaning back slightly in the seat.
"You could say that," Flora winked jokily, unable to resist tickling his waist as he stretched his arms. He yelped and curled up immediately, much to the amusement of a confused passer-by.
"You're like a more extreme slug," she giggled, laughing even harder at his frown.
"I'm an extreme slug?"
"No, I mean, you know when you poke a slug with a stick and it shrinks up like this," she explained, tucking her knees up to her chest in demonstration, "you're like that. Kind of."
"Right... I'm not sure if I'm meant to be offended or not," he spoke slowly, brow furrowed in thought, "probably... Not?"
"Same speed as one too!" She snickered, shoving his arm playfully, "I bet I can get you fit again."
"I am fit!" He protested, "I am a picture of health! I just don't like running, that's all."
"Of course it is!"
"It is!"

The two of them remained on the bench a while longer, Clive now claiming injury time on a twisted ankle that had been fine mere minutes ago, their joint laughter ringing out through the park. They probably wouldn't have laughed so much if they knew who could see them.
But they didn't know who could see them, so they continued to giggle and chatter and throw sticks for Bruno for most pf the afternoon.

Both completely absorbed in their own conversation, both completely unaware of Mark.

*Second time uploading because derpy nellen uploaded the wrong chapter*