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[notperseus]

*he really is something very much approaching the happiest man on earth lately -- and now that things are, essentially, worked out, he's even feeling sociable, so he's -- not in the main room, but the kitchen, dressed in black jeans and white T-shirt, leaning against the counter and twirling a lavender rose absently in one hand

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[whynosuck]

*is going to wander into the kitchen with a sketchbooktypething, completely distracted by the portrait he's charcoaling that he'll likely run into the fridge* ... Dammit.

[notperseus]

*glances up -- and doesn't quite smile, mostly because he's still wary around Niko, but does set down his rose on the counter* 'lo there.

[whynosuck]

*squawks, whirls, hits his elbow against the handle of the fridge, and drops his notebook* OW. Hi. *-- and to the typist's amusement, he'll give one of those glares that would make his realmother cry in shame*

[notperseus]

*...quirks an eyebrow* All right there?

[notthegayone]

...*with the pouncetackling, hallo*

[notperseus]

*with the very tight hugging* Joffy!

[notthegayone]

Joaaaash! *^___^* How're you?

[notperseus]

Amazingly well, actually. *kisses her forehead* I got punched.

[solumveritas]

*she'll wander in, then -- barefoot, but even barefoot she's barely a few inches shorter than he is, and she's carrying her sketchbook under one arm with her glasses clipped to the front of her shirt -- and she'll have moved to open the cupboard before noticing him and turning* *and her automatic reaction of a cheerful greeting will be forestalled as she tilts her head at him, expression thoughtful and focused, as if trying to place him*

[notperseus]

*glances up from studying the rose after a moment, and -- well, will let her watch him for a moment before feeling obligated to say something* Yes --? *faint smile*

[solumveritas]

*looks -- faintly sheepish, and offers a faint grin in return* Sorry. *and this next will be slightly hesitant, but as if she feels she has to say it* Um -- this is probably going to sound totally insane, but you look -- not familiar, I know I've never met you before. But -- as if you should be familiar. Like -- I don't know you, but I should know you. If -- that makes any sense at all.

[notperseus]

*...relaxes a little, mostly because he's gotten this before and he's beginning to know how to handle it* I do keep hearing that I look way too much like my biological father. Phlegethon Hades?

[whirlpoolesbian]

*and she'll be wandering into the kitchen, looking for -- cranberry juice, apparently, and that walk should be vaguely familiar, Joash, so watch her open the fridge* *oh, yes, and her guitar is in one hand, because the day she goes anywhere without it is a strange one, possibly*

[notperseus]

*...it is vaguely familiar, so he'll hesitate and watch her for a moment, yes, before speaking hesitantly* Hi. Er -- *doesn't quite know where he's going with this*

[whirlpoolesbian]

Hi. *headtilts* 've we met?

[notperseus]

No, but there's something about you -- *sheepish smile, and he'll offer a hand* Joash Hawke.

[dewdropangel]

*...here, Joash, have someone tinier than your little sister -- they're the same height, but Bael is finer boned* *and she'll be twirling in and waving at him, yes*

[notperseus]

*offers a crooked grin* 'lo, Bael.

[dewdropangel]

'lo. What's new?

[notperseus]

Psychological trauma and subsequent healing. You?