Reigstration table: Aubrey and Jude
Jude had no misgivings, melancholia, maudlin thoughts or anything else that might weigh down a man on an egg hunt, even if he didn't know his partner. He sauntered, rather than walked, hands lodged deep within the pockets of a navy-blue peacoat that looked like it had seen active service (one of the buttons was steadfast attempting to unravel with limited success) and curls damp from the morning's shower. Not the one in the bathroom, thanks, but the very-early morning one that had come down through the eaves and soaked the better part of a book, bed and Jude himself.
Still, cheerful was as cheerful does and it was so very idyllic, this idea that the town could gather and descend en-mass for something gentle and innocent and fun. Good company would make the whole experience a teensy bit more congenial than the headline activity already was, but here we were and Jude knew three things about his companion that he hadn't prior.
But a gallivant around town with an objective? Excellent initiative, all approval. Jude watched the line of people shuffle up and sign in, his own signature a rough scrawl some lines up the page and awaited Aubrey, the ranger who liked modern dance, booze and sarcasm. Three things.