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[xenophilius]

Who: Xenophilius Lovegood and You
What: A day in the life.
Where: Variously; the Valhalla Inn, the streets of Mog Hill, the Queequeg's coffee house, and a bonus time/place of your choosing.
When: Vaguely within the last week of Velldaren. Whatev'.
Notes: A basic day in the life style post, and open to everyone ever.
Warnings: Xeno.

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[xenophilius]

A year.

Xeno's smile sort of wans at the edges at the concrete evidence as to the concept that he could be here for quite some time, caught up in silent studying of Fish as if to try and detect whether this is good or bad. It's an awkward place for a stop of silence, hands knitting together as his thoughts haphazardly navigate around applying such a situation to himself.

He starts, then, when he reminds himself he is, indeed, having a conversation, and says the first thing that comes to mind, seeing as it's already pressing on his own;

"Did you have much family back in America?"

[fish]

"Yeah." This subject is kind of depressing, he thinks, but buddy here wouldn't have brought it up unless it were weighing on his mind—and it must be, given how he looked just now. Poor guy. Since Fish likes to be accommodating when he can, he'll go along with it. It's an innocent enough question, anyway, and he doesn't seem bothered to discuss it. "Well, not a whole ton of them, but... my parents, my brother. Cousins and stuff. And some friends."

He's looking down at his shoe, now, and performing an incredibly clichéd gesture while doing it, too: the toe of said shoe gently pokes and scuffs at the ground. "It's kinda hard without them. But it's like...better, in a way, since they're not here. I dunno if my mom could handle this place." Thinking about his mother is actually incredibly painful, but one wouldn't necessarily know it to look at him; he's got that deadpan down pat.

"How 'bout you?"

[xenophilius]

"I suspect my daughter would take to this place quite well," Xenophilius says, by way of answer to the question politely put back to him - and it's the only family he sees fit to identify. There's no point in not seeming a little sad about the separation, for all that it hasn't exactly sunk in yet, but it doesn't make pleasantries seem insincere, same goes with the mildly crooked smile he has as he adds; "She's just out of school, now, so I'm sure she'll get on fine regardless."

He leans down, then, to pick up the handful of weeds he's torn from the ground, shaking them off a little of loose dirt before moving to set them into the pile collected for disposal on the pathway. It's a practical thing to do, but also a good distraction from the topic he's stumbled into.

"I was given a photograph, though, when I came here, so that was kind."

[fish]

"Well, that's good." He's not trying too hard to sound upbeat, so this little attempt at optimism shouldn't come off as phony, he hopes. Either he tries gently to steer this conversation away from where it seems to be going, or he leaves awkwardly—and he's been trying not to do that so often. So.

"I've noticed a bunch of other people finding folks they already know too, or I mean, knew from before. You're pretty lucky that way."