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Who: Patrick and Hawa
What: A second meeting
Where: Outside, not far from the Valhalla Inn
When: Today, earlier.
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Warnings: Beware of owls (no warnings to mention yet)

Patrick was starting to settle into this place. He'd hunkered down at the inn while he looked about for something to generate income for him while he was stuck here. By parts he'd explored -- certainly not everywhere, but he was beginning to get the lay of the land. His morning jogs brought him down streets that were becoming familiar. Routine.

And that was a problem.

He had things waiting for him back home; he couldn't afford to just settle in here comfortably. But he consoled himself with the fact that he would at least learn for his trouble while he was here. With magic an out-in-the-open concept, it was an opportunity he may not get again.

So it was high time he tried to get in contact with Hawa again, and take him up on his offer. Beyond that, he'd rather enjoyed the fey's company that day and well, seeing him again sounded good in general. Not that he was admitting that. Oh no.

It was early afternoon when he found himself wandering outside, eager to get out of the room. It took him a bit to work the CiD so that he wouldn't be shouting out to the entire cohort.

A couple tries. Technology wasn't his strong suit. He was better at old things, books, pencil and paper, magic, toasters. When he got it though, he lifted it up closer to his mouth to speak. "So Hawa? Are you around? I think I owe you a drink, and I'd love to pick your brain. So--" Pausing, Patrick frowned. Was this thing echoing. No? Huh. "So I..." No, definitely an echo. He paused and looked around. Coming from nearby. And... up?

"So I was thinking maybe we could meet up." That was his voice, all right. From up in the tree.

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"It really does. Especially when you can't afford much outside the subway or busfare." Woe was Patrick. But he laughed a little. "Yeah, maybe one of these days, we'll get our acts together and sprout wings. Maybe. If that day comes, I'll be in the market for a flying instructor though, because I can't imagine I'd be very good at it."

"Flying into the ground and into every conceivable object, huh?" Hawa grinned at him, lifting both eyebrows. "Don't worry, if we're still around each other then I'll give you some pointers. To at least keep you from knocking around that head of yours too much."

"It wouldn't end well for me or anyone in the immediate area." He grinned right back. "You're turning to be a really useful guy to know, Hawa. Even in hypothetical situations."

"I like to think that I'm a pretty useful kind of a guy, Patrick," he quipped in return, folding his arms over his chest. "If not a bunch of other good things right along with it." He wasn't modest by any means.

Patrick raised an eyebrow at that, laughing before reaching over to pat Hawa on the shoulder. "Modesty chief among these?" Another little laugh before he added, sincerely, "From what I can tell though, you are. Useful and other good things."

"Of course. The most modest." Hawa laughed before he looked at Patrick closer, curious and amused both. "You ain't so bad yourself. You make a mean hot chocolate, at the very least."

"That's right, I have my skills," Patrick answered with a grin. Hot chocolate making. Vocabulary of dead or dying languages. A knack for crossword puzzles. A mean jump shot. A feel for magic that was out of the grasp of most of his fellow man.

"What else do you got to boast about, then?" Hawa was ribbing him again, a little goading but mostly curious. "And don't say your hair." He had pretty well mussed it up by now, though. No tidying it up while Hawa was around, that was for sure. It was almost reminiscent of how an owl had a tendency to pluck or tug or nip at hair or otherwise with its beak in a show of affection (though he'd deny that if it were pointed out).

Patrick opened his mouth to mention his hair but found himself stopped. Oh. Well. Ok then. "Well then, ah. I've got a knack for languages. Helps when you're trying to weed through written traditions of several different cultures hoping for some allusion to something magical. Oh, and I'm decent at basketball."

Hawa grinned-- Heh. He anticipated that correctly, did he? Cute, Patrick. "You'd have a field day with all the texts we have where I'm from," he said. "Never be able to get through them all in your lifetime. Not even to mention the atheneum." And, of course, he didn't expand on what 'the atheneum' was. Always so helpful.

His eyebrow lifted at 'basketball'. Then he shook his head. "Sport with the guys bouncing the ball around, right?" Though really, you could apply that to a...lot of sports...

Not cute. Fashionable. But Patrick is far too busy just looking at Hawa raptly once he starts talking about books. "Oh man, I would. I might be too happy to handle myself. Anything that actually acknowledges anything magical as more than a child's fancy would be..." Well, it'd make him feel less alone. Vindicated a bit. Tremendously less frustrated.

He laughed at Hawa's description. "Yeah, that's the one. With the bouncing. And the hoop."

Hawa blinked at that look. Ah, he found what Patrick liked, huh? His mouth twitched, just short of turning up into a smile. "Oh, it's definitely acknowledged. More than acknowledged. Ain't anything written so much on as magic." He chuckled. "Who knows, though, maybe you could find some books on the subject floating around here."

The laughter had him directing his gaze to the side briefly as he fought a touch of embarrassment. Bah, human things. "Can't say I ever got the appeal from it."

Oh yeah, he'd stumbled on it all right. Patrick's fondest dreams involved frolicking in a library that was full of answers and not just more questions. "Aah, you really are making me jealous. ...huh. You know, maybe I could. That's a good idea."

Seeing Hawa looking away, he reached out and shoved at his shoulder lightly. "Nah? The competitive aspect of it's fun. I would've thought that might be a little up your alley. You look pretty damn athletic."

"Am I? Sorry." Hawa was grinning, though, looking less repentant than he should what with an apology. He tilted his chin up, though. "'Course it's a good idea." It came from Hawa, and all-- Ah, he was being egotistical again.

The shove had him growling lightly, reaching out to shove back at Patrick, though with no real force behind it. "I'm sure if I wanted to, I could probably hold my own against you playing it. I just don't want to." Silly human sports.

Yeah, he didn't look sorry at all, and Patrick fixed a flat look on him that said he wasn't buying it. But he grinned despite himself. "Ha. Yeah, what am I thinking? A Hawa original notion. Has to be quality."

Rocking a bit at the counter-shove, he grinned. "Oh no, I'd whoop you on the court, sorry. That's just facts. But I'd give you the advantage in any other physical contest."

"You catch on fast." Undeterred by the flat look (bolstered by it, maybe? he's a brat, sorry), Hawa grinned widely in turn.

Which only faltered somewhat at what Patrick had to say. He gave him a long, considering look, as though he were preparing to argue the point, tell him they ought to go test it out right now. But he'd give the kid this one. "Since I got everything else, I suppose I'll be the bigger person--" Is he talking about literally too? Well, he is tall "--and let you have your basketball."

"I've always been a quick study," Patrick informed him matter-of-factly.

He looked right back at Hawa though, letting him consider. When the other spoke, a grin splits across his face. "Very, very big of you. And very generous." Yup, he was more amused than he probably should be.

"So I'm finding." And not just from this-- Learning magic, too. Patrick was keen on learning. Some part of Hawa was impressed with how quick he'd picked it up.

He had to chuckle, though, shake his head. "I know. I'm a selfless soul. Aren't you glad we met?" Hawa lifted his eyebrow at him, teasing and expectant.

Patrick couldn't help but fluff up a bit, pleased at that. Well, good. He wanted to make a good impression -- even if he wasn't entirely sure why.

A laugh of his own followed Hawa's. So modest, all the time. But even so, he answered, rather sincerely. "Yeah, I really am."

"..." The sincere answer was enough to catch Hawa off guard-- He blinked a few times, slowly, then shook his head from side to side. "Good at sweet talking too, are you?" Teasing in order to hide that receiving that kind of sentiment was enough to throw him off his regular game. He wasn't sure if he felt happy about that or not (he did, in all actuality, but he wasn't inclined to admit as such).

if Patrick noticed that he'd thrown Hawa off, he didn't say anything about it. Instead he set his hands at his hips and grinned. He laughed a bit at that teasing though. "Yeah, that's right. Forgot to list that one. Oops."

"Or maybe you left it out on purpose. Not hiding anything else from me, are you?" Hawa asked, teasing, an eyebrow raising at Patrick in something like expectation.

Patrick smirked, raising his eyebrows right back. "Oh? Get the sense I'm holding out on you, Hawa? Well, who's to say? Maybe I am." He likely wasn't. Not on purpose anyway.

"Guess I'll figure out what you're hiding from me eventually." Hawa grinned and reached over to ruffle at Patrick's hair playfully. "I'm not so bad at finding out things, you know."

Patrick ducked away from that hand half-heartedly (his hair was already a lost cause, after all) before fixing Hawa with an amused look. "Yeah, I get the feeling you're a sharp sort of guy. You'll figure it out."