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[creator_raven]

Raven is only a little dusty as he drops from the rafters to a booth, feathers shifting to coattails in a flutter of black

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[maxwellsdemon02]

"So," Duo says, throwing himself into the other side of the booth.

"Apparently I suck and I need more practice."

[creator_raven]

Raven looks up, black eyes wide and unblinking.

"Possibly you are looking for denial, yes?"

Raven is not actually going to give that to him.

[maxwellsdemon02]

"I guess I deserve that," he admits, yanking on his own bangs and looking sheepish. "But I really didn't need to spend a week as a girl to figure that out. Can you show me that again? I'm trying to figure out what the hell I did wrong."

[creator_raven]

Raven blinks.

Then he blinks again.

Then he pokes, tentatively, at Duo's chest.

"It is not so squishy now, I do not think."

[_estsanatlehi_]

"You're never going to guess what I've figured out." Said the young man, sprawling into the opposite seat and snagging a cookie.

If it hadn't had raisins in it before it did once he got hold of it, carefully picking them out and setting them aside for later.

[creator_raven]

Raven tilts his head, nose wrinkling.

"It is like a game, that?"

Guessing games are boring.

Except when he is the one making people guess.

[_estsanatlehi_]

Yes, yes they were, which was why he said, around a mouthful of cookie, "Figured out why you and Coyote do this all the time."

A pause to dust the crumbs off his fingers, nibbling at the raisins, "It's fun."

[creator_raven]

Raven beams.

"Also surprising, yes? People are often very cranky."

Especially when you grope them.

[takiena_called]

Someone is watching him from not far away, tucked into a table with a notepad in front of him.

(And a sword at his side, but that goes without saying doesn't it?)

He recognizes Raven to an extent, but he seems to be debating whether to approach.

(This is Finn dan Shahar who Raven met once, a time ago, and not him at all. His head is raised and thoughtful, and there is an uncommon confidence in his posture.)

[creator_raven]

Raven might recognize him to, in that same way he recognizes all things of the Wild Magic.

He grins, wide and bright.

"You are hungry, perhaps? Cookies are good for sharing. So."

[takiena_called]

He grins back, with quick-gathered amusement, picks up his sketchbook and approaches.

"I am not hungry at the moment, but they seem a well enough thing to eat even when one is not suffering from starvation." He agrees, cheerfully, setting the pad of paper on his table.

"I know you."

[creator_raven]

Raven grins back, black eyes bright.

"It is not only the names, I do not think."

Raven knows him, too.

In several different ways.

"It is Finn, yes?"