WHO: Sindre and Tony WHEN: Evening, July 4th (backdated just a tad) WHERE: A bar. WHAT: Sindre has a close encounter of the bar crashing type. RATING: Tony's mouth.
Sindre hadn't intended to walk into the other man. It was just so odd to see anything walking around, passing for human. Too many creatures these days had difficulty simply existing around modern material, and add that to the lack of humans who could interact with them, they normally kept to themselves. As one kelpie had explained to him, it wasn't much fun taking one for a ride underwater if the hapless victim merely thought he or she was drowning
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So, it wasn't his doing. At least there was that. Even if he didn't understand half of anything else the other had tried to explain to him, but he wasn't sure he wanted to. Tony's first reaction was to just walk away from the situation, very quickly, but the person was doubtful of him... He needed to prove himself more before he could do that. How annoying
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A human this confused, Sindre would have ignored. But he actually got on well with most creatures, and he'd still been fascinated by the few that had tried to eat him.
So when the creature turned around, Sindre clapped a hand on his shoulder as he scanned the buildings around. Mostly shops, and yet...there. A bar. Minimal iron to come in contact with, and so long as it didn't order any margaritas it should be fine when it came to salt.
"You can wait it out in here," Sindre said, guiding it toward the building. "The fireworks can't get inside." A thought struck him.
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So when the creature turned around, Sindre clapped a hand on his shoulder as he scanned the buildings around. Mostly shops, and yet...there. A bar. Minimal iron to come in contact with, and so long as it didn't order any margaritas it should be fine when it came to salt.
"You can wait it out in here," Sindre said, guiding it toward the building. "The fireworks can't get inside." A thought struck him.
"What should I call you?"
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