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[patfiddlesticks]

Week Name/Date/Time: 'Promises and Plans'/Monday, Oct 17/6:00 pm
Location: Castle grounds
Open To: ANY, OMG
Currently Involving: Patrick

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[kuentastic]

Sascha walked out onto the castle grounds after dinner. The day had been full of events. From Kendra being super hyper at Breakfast, and classes going crazy, she hadn't really had a chance to think. So, she took this opertunity when alot of her classmates were still inside to go out and think.

She walked slowly along, thinking over the events of the past few days. She'd found out about the D.A., and was almost a member. She just had to get through that meeting with Soren Wednesday, which she wasn't worried about at all. She sighed, and continued walking.

She walked along with her head down...well, that was until she bumped into...something. She fell to the ground, and looked up. Oh dear, it wasn't a something, but a someone, and a rather fine someone at that.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I wasn't watching were I was going." She didn't even bother to pick herself up.

[patfiddlesticks]

He had been standing there, enjoying looking around, really. Nice day, lovely people, everything in general was quite nice.

That is, until something rammed into him and fell to the ground with a thump. And then talked. Perhaps it was some rogue rhino. Talking rhino. Talking rhino that rammed into people, then fell to the ground? Not likely.

With a brow arching, he glanced down behind him. "...oh," he finally said. Not a rhino, no. Quite the tiny little 4th year badger, which was far from a rhino. Rhino. Why had he been thinking rhino in the first place? Really, Mondays had his mind a bit out of order. Finally, he leaned down to offer her his hand. "Are you all right?"

[kuentastic]

Oh? Did he just say oh? Why? Was this dude some sort of space cadet. Yeah, she decided. Must be off his rocker. Oh indeed.

She grabbed his hand and pulled herself up. Dusting herself off, she glances at him. "Umm..Yeah, I'm fine, thanks." She looked around. Well, he didn't seem to be doing anything important, so maybe he could use the company? She knew him in passing, and may have even talked to him a few times. She couldn't remember. But she did know his name.

"Pat, isn't it?"

[patfiddlesticks]

In as sly, slick, and unnoticable move as he could muster, he wiped his hand off on the back of his pants. Not that he was poncy to the point that grabbing someone's hand would disgust him, no no. He just didn't know where her hands had been prior to grabbing his.

She could be a nose picker, afterall.

Clearing his throat, he looked up to her, brow slightly furrowed. "Patrick," he partially introduced, partially corrected. "And you would be...?"

Ah, yes. Sascha Kuen. He knew of her, yes, but he wouldn't dare let her know that much. Arrogance and all.