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[soapcarvedhands]

He's crazy, he's blond, he's shy, and he's totally at your disposal.

Come say hi to Harding!

(Which is to say, there's a tall, slender blond man picking his way through a plate of tea sandwiches--what? he'd liked them!--and sipping, quite appropriately, a mug of Darjeeling.)

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[mago_sonriente]

Someone passes by, wizard's staff in one hand and a brass lock in the other. He's grinning at the lock more than most people would, though.

And now looking curiously at the sandwiches. He hasn't eaten all day.

[soapcarvedhands]

Harding, noticing the look, holds out his plate.

"Like one?" he asks. "I've got plenty."

[mago_sonriente]

He reaches for one after juggling the lock into a pocket before looking at the kid again.

"You sure?"

He gives a grin.

"You look like you're hungry enough for the lot.'

[soapcarvedhands]

"No, no," he says, smiling. "This is more than I will ever eat."

He's gotten pickier, over the years. Alas.

"They're good. Cucumber. And, um, other things."

[mago_sonriente]

Eyebrow raise.

"Other things? Like 'onion dip' other things or 'eye of newt' other things?"

[soapcarvedhands]

"Well."

He carefully peels a sandwich apart and holds it out for inspection.

"Watercress, it appears." He opens another. "And--ah--chicken. They're good, I promise."

He takes a bite of one, to demonstrate.

[mago_sonriente]

He chuckles, just the once, and picks one up to put it in his mouth. There's a moment of tasting before he agrees yeah, it's pretty good and then he's chewing a little more enthusiastically.

"Mmmmrmmmm."

That's a thank you.

[soapcarvedhands]

He raises an eyebrow. Well, he gets close. He gives the impression of raising an eyebrow--fake it 'til you make it, after all.

"I take it you approve?" It's dry, but not unkind.

[mago_sonriente]

That's a thumbs up from the wizard.

"Mrr."

Yup.

[soapcarvedhands]

"Glad to have a fellow fan in the matter, then."

He smiles fully. His face, already pretty, becomes brilliant for the few seconds it lasts.

[mago_sonriente]

Carlos gives him a bright smile of his own, once he's finished chewing and swallowing.

"I'm always up for good food," he admits. "Especially after a day of work."

He's been coming up with a prototype weapon outside by the lake that involves locking sunlight into a transportable 'bomb'. So far, so good.

[soapcarvedhands]

Well, that sounds exciting. Alack, Harding has no access to the narration, and yet a burning curiosity.

"What sort of work?"

He looks curiously at the brass lock, which, presumably, has something to do with it.

[mago_sonriente]

He taps the pocket where it's... sort of vaguely glowing.

"This little baby is my ticket to something I need very badly," he says, a satisfied smile on his face as he pulls up the little lock. "Took me a couple days to work it out, but thankfully I was given a brilliant mind along with being this handsome."

And he really is very handsome.

[soapcarvedhands]

Harding. Well, he, um, noticed.

"Yes," he says, and it's not clear as to what he is referring.

"Um. If you don't mind my asking--what is it you need so badly?"

[mago_sonriente]

He holds up a finger before his eyes unfocus and he does a quick sweep like that. He doesn't look at Harding like that, though. By the time he comes back around to him, his eyes are focused again.

"Tactical information from another world on something we could use some tactical information on," he says vaguely, waving a hand. "It's not personal, but it takes a long time to explain."

He nods to a chair.

"Mind if I sit?"

[soapcarvedhands]

"Oh!" he says, and blushes a little. "Do go right ahead!"