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The road was muddy but Jane enjoyed it even more because she could tramp and tramp on her way to mail the letter to Cassandra.

That horrible, snobbish, infuriating Tom Lefroy, she would not give him the satisfaction of anything.

How dare he even dare think that she thought badly of her home, her home, she would decimate him next time they met.

Not that she wished to meet him of course, the lout but next time, oh next time she would be prepared.

Date: 2009-02-06 03:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tom-lefroy.livejournal.com
Well, luck would have it for at least one of them that Tom just so happens to be walking down the main road - properly dressed, cane in one hand, hat atop his head.

Of course, he happens to be grumbling as well.

He hates the mud and he hates the rain in the country. Sure, it doesn't smell like piss (as it does in London), but it makes everything around him so bloody sluggish.

Date: 2009-02-06 03:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tom-lefroy.livejournal.com
Occupied, Tom shakes a rather stubborn clump of mud from the tip of his cane, not yet noticing Miss Austen.

Then, a moment afterward, he continues onwards into the town.

Date: 2009-02-06 04:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tom-lefroy.livejournal.com
Unless he happens to drop his glove.

Which, he does.

After picking it up, still half-bent over, he spots the hem of a lady's dress.

Jane's dress, in fact.

Straightening, he offers her a curt nod of the head.

Date: 2009-02-06 04:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tom-lefroy.livejournal.com
"Miss Austen," he returns with equal politeness.

For a moment, dusting his glove off (and then stuffing it back into the pocket of his coat), he is quiet.

Then, conversationally: "Off to town, then?"

Date: 2009-02-06 04:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tom-lefroy.livejournal.com
Tom's serious expression immediately morphs into one of amusement, bringing along the irritating quality of accepting challenges.

"The shops, actually," he returns easily. "But of course, if you are inviting me to accompany you to such a place, I could not deny a lady's request."

Date: 2009-02-06 04:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tom-lefroy.livejournal.com
"I am engaged to none," he tells her - and for a heartbeat, there might have been a bitter note attached to his tone of voice. "And it was not for my sisters than I am here to shop."

He pulls out a slip of paper from his pocket.

"A list of things."

Date: 2009-02-06 04:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tom-lefroy.livejournal.com
He shrugs - nonchalant.

It isn't as though he minds all too much; in the country, there isn't anything better to do anyway. (But he won't admit that to Jane just yet.)

"It gives me a chance to stretch my legs and explore the place you call your home."

Date: 2009-02-06 05:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tom-lefroy.livejournal.com
"A good many places are smaller in comparison to London," he reminds her good-naturedly.

Because, whether she wants to deny such a fact, it is true.

He allows Jane to hold onto the list as he walks alongside her. Company, no matter who with, is always a welcome thing.

Date: 2009-02-06 05:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tom-lefroy.livejournal.com
He smirks, accepting the return of his slip of paper. He pockets it once more.

"I would not wish to keep you from running your errand, Miss Austen," he says. "What was it you had to do, again?"

Date: 2009-02-10 02:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tom-lefroy.livejournal.com
He bows his head in apology. It isn't his fault he was preoccupied to retain such trivial information!

"Of course," he says. "Shall we do that first?"

Date: 2009-02-10 04:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tom-lefroy.livejournal.com

He waves a hand towards the town, very carefully keeping his expression neutral.

"Lead the way, ma'am."

Date: 2009-02-10 04:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tom-lefroy.livejournal.com
Of course he isn't insulting Longminster. If he were to do that, he would prove right then and there that her assumptions of him are correct.

And he cannot let her get away with such false opinions.

"Indeed, I have," he responds nonchalantly. "I have had the opportunity to catch up on my reading, for one. And I even feel slightly better in health."

(Okay, so the last bit may very well be a lie, but it sounds convincing enough.)

Date: 2009-02-10 04:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tom-lefroy.livejournal.com
"Miss Austen, I admit I am a little surprised by your intonation," he says amusedly. "Of course I read. I hardly have enough time while I am in the city" - due to his other extra-curricular activities, no doubt - "but here, I find myself with little else to do."

He pokes at a clump of mud with his cane haphazardly.

"Mostly prose, some poetry, and a bit of philosophy as well."

Date: 2009-02-10 04:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tom-lefroy.livejournal.com
"And why is that, Miss Austen?" he asks curiously. "Is your opinion of me so low that you would think me an idiot?"

Really now, Jane.

Of course, Tom has the grace not to look offended in the least. His curiousity however, is plain on his face.

As to her question: "Perhaps. I see nothing wrong with seeking the great pleasures in life. Do you?"

Of course, in reality, this is hardly the case. His life is utterly bound in duty and security - everything else is a mask.

Date: 2009-02-10 04:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tom-lefroy.livejournal.com
"Surely there are things in Hampshire that give you great pleasure," he responds.

If she is trying to bait him into telling her that Hampshire is the most boring of country places, she is likely to be disappointed.

Date: 2009-02-10 04:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tom-lefroy.livejournal.com
"You assume much of me, Miss Austen."

Indeed, too much. And mostly of the negative variety.

He smirks.

Date: 2009-02-10 05:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tom-lefroy.livejournal.com
"Ah. I cannot simply tell you what you ought to think of me," he says. "Getting acquainted with someone requires far more than that."

He nods his head towards the building ahead: the post office.

Date: 2009-02-10 05:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tom-lefroy.livejournal.com
For a moment, Tom pauses, trying to think of something appropriate to say. He wonders why Jane would come up with such an assumption, and he wonders if he really would give her the time to get to know her.

"Miss Austen -" he starts, promptly catching up to follow her into the building.


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