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[eisenheimhaus]

Eduard has totally been around.

Around Sophie, as much as he can get away with.

But for now, he's hiding from his work in his father's shop, sketching out a new design. Come say hi.

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[says_the_booyah]

There is someone peering over Eduard's shoulder, looking at the sketch. Amazing how someone that big can lurk at all.

[eisenheimhaus]

Eduard is concentrating hard enough that he makes Cyborg's job pretty easy. When he finally does notice, Eduard jumps in his seat, charcoal pencil clutched in one hand.

What? Cyborg is a little...intimidating, to an Austrian boy from the 19th century.

[says_the_booyah]

"I have GOT to remember where I am," he says more to himself than to the boy. "Sorry about that. Let me guess. You've either never seen a cyborg, or think I'm a Cyberman. Which I'm not."

[eisenheimhaus]

"The first one," the boy's voice comes out with a German-language lilt to it. "You are...very different."

Quickly: "Not that that's bad! I've known people here who are also very different, but I've never seen..." Eduard looks down at the bigger guy's arm, lacking the right vocabulary.

[no_older_brothr]

The design gets a curious look from what would appear to be a Chinese young man of just barely shaving age. (At least, if one recognizes his clothing as indicating such things, anyway.) It's probably considerably more complicated than anything he's seen back home, after all.

[eisenheimhaus]

At least after Cyborg, Eduard is paying far more attention to his surroundings.

"Hello," the boy with the curly hair offers out of politeness. "Are you new here?"

[no_older_brothr]

"Hm?" The newcomer looks up. "Oh- I've been here once, some time ago. But only that once."

[eisenheimhaus]

"Then I am guessing you do not choose to come here?" Eduard hazards a small smile at his own assumption, furthering it with, "I like to take breaks from my apprenticeship here, when I can. If Papa isn't watching, of course."

[olyabird]

She watches from her perch high above, watches the way his hand moves over the paper. Such a delicate human endeavour, capturing the images in one's mind and putting them down for later reference. He seems so intent. She hesitates to disturb him.

And so, the owl watches with large gold eyes, head weaving from side to side, tracking the movement of his pen.

[eisenheimhaus]

It's okay, Olga; Eduard's getting frustrated with his design anyway. He pushes it away from him. Maybe some lemonade. That always makes a problem better anyway --

[olyabird]

Her head tilts to one side as he pushes the notebook away. She drifts down to sit opposite him, arranging her wings and using her beak to put a few of her breast feathers back in place.

Eventually she looks up at him, blinking serenely.

[eisenheimhaus]

"Olga!"

Eduard has had enough interaction with her to at least be something approaching a bit more exhuberent when they meet in Milliways.

Until he takes on a very serious face, "Unless you are a spirit coming to trick me." Eduard holds his hands out jokingly, "Oh no! Do not kidnap me!"