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[A; Shenanigans!]

Prior to his descent into infamy, Sirius Black had a very different reputation, most notably at school. Along with his friends, he was known for being a rather excellent prankster. No one was safe from the stunts that they pulled, and most of the time they were harmless, and meant in good fun. (Except for the one time they weren't but that's another story). That kind of behavior wouldn't go over well where Sirius had spent the last decade, and so it had been a good, long while since Sirius had last pulled a prank.

And now that he was getting comfortable in his freedom, his thoughts turned to that time and he feels he has to do something.

It's not the most complex prank, but it is an effective one, and a classic at that.

He'd gotten hold of a pound and some glue, and stuck the coin in the middle of the sidewalk. And was now sitting in a nearby alley, laughing to himself at those who would stop to try and take it.

[B; Let's Heist!]

Talking to Cooper had gotten Sirius thinking about his old motorbike.

He had no way of knowing what had happened to it. If his friends had taken it and were keeping it for him or if it had been sold or if, god forbid, someone had junked it. He really didn't know, and he was reluctant to contact anyone from his old life just yet. Mostly because he was scared of their reaction. He'd hate to reach out only to find himself back where he started.

But there was a place to start.

Which is why, as the sun is setting, Sirius approaches an old garage. It's gotten a bit run down as the years passed, but he'd worked hard here and he'd liked it. He wished he could be returning in better circumstances. All he was planning to do was have a look around, see if he could find the bike or any sign of it. He didn't expect to find anything, but it would be better than doing nothing or just wondering.

He waits until the place has closed, the employees gone for the night before sneaking over, constantly checking to make sure he's alone. It would be smarter to do this as a dog, but at the same time, he has to look in windows and maybe hop the fence of the lot to check there. It's a bit hard to do some of that without opposable thumbs.

Sirius climbs unsteadily on top of some garbage cans to try and look inside. He's balanced precariously as he pulls himself up. Not much has changed inside, but with the light out it's really hard to tell what's in there. Not that he has long to look as the garbage can gives out, and he falls with a clang and a yelp!

And now he's pressed against the wall, praying that no one heard that.

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That is a good question, Sirius reflects. Given his current situation, he's pretty hard to get a hold of, and he's a little reluctant to change that.

"I suppose I can hang around this area for a bit, or an area where you're going to be. That's probably easiest than trying to search the whole city for me."

Not that he'd get far.

"We could meet for coffee tomorrow evening," she offers. Then again, she doesn't know who he actually is and that he can't exactly just walk into a coffee shop and sit down.

"That might not work. Depends on where we meet," Sirius replies. There was always Clara's shop but Sirius isn't entirely sure where that is from here, having only scoped the area out briefly. And a public place like a coffee shop was just asking for trouble.

"A park might be easier."

"A park?"

Not that meeting him in a park was any more dangerous than this, Abby reminded herself when she started to feel hesitant. If he was going to do anything to her, he would have already.

"Sure."

"Great. There's one nearby here that we can meet at. I'll probably just wait there."

Parks are good. There's usually several hiding places and people will either keep their distance or ignore him. And if all else fails he can shift. Most people are good about letting sleeping dogs lie.

"What time?"

"Seven-ish?"

After all, too late in the evening and she was just asking for trouble. Much as she liked to trust people, that much stuck in her head.

"That works," Sirius replies, smiling slightly. He'll probably be there well before then but she doesn't need to know that.

"Thanks, I really appreciate this."

"No problem. Now, rob the place, and I'm turning you in so fast."

It's almost joking. Mostly because she doesn't know who and what he is.

"Believe me, that's the last thing I want to do. Once is enough."

The words are out of his mouth before he can stop himself.

Once is enough.

Leave well enough alone. Say your goodbyes, turn, walk away, never look back. That is the very sensible advice that Abigail gives to herself. She even starts to follow it, giving a small nod to indicate she heard him then preparing to step away.

But no parting words leave. Instead, what escapes is:

"What did you do?"

"Nothing," Sirius replied. It's the truth as much as it an attempt to escape. He's kicking himself mentally and really should just leave until they meet up later where hopefully the conversation will have been forgotten.

"I didn't do anything."

What else would someone say, true or not? Only fae couldn't lie, and he didn't act like a fae. But, well. She knew she'd have to be careful, even if her stomach was knotted at the core.

"We'll meet tomorrow, then."

It's technically not a lie, but there's a lot of information being covered by that station. It bothers him not being able to trust people the way he used to.

"Yes, I'll be waiting. Thank you again."

[ooc: what to skip to them meeting in the park?]

Abigail isn't sure this is a good idea. But she's told Nancy and Kenzi where she's supposed to be and that she'll text them when she gets safely back to her flat.

But, well, she's here now. Waiting in the park. In the dark.

Sirius had arrived at the park early, spending most of the day in his dog form. It helped to avoid attracting attention since most people were content to let a sleeping dog lie. Occasionally a curious child might come by, and Sirius did little to deter the pets before the child's parents realized what was happening. All in all, it was a pretty nice day.

However, it was easy to lose track of time, and it wasn't until Sirius saw Abby that he realized how late it was. He quickly went to his hiding spot to shift back and change before heading up to meet her.

"Sorry. You weren't waiting too long, were you?"

Abby... Well, she obviously jumped. There was no hiding that the sound startled her. But she took a deep breath to relax herself and smiled a little more than she felt.

"Not too long."

Not that it wasn't just a little creepy. Even if she knew the park well... It wasn't like there were a lot of people around right now. Which made her just a bit nervous.

"Sorry," Sirius replied, seeing her jump. "But I'm glad you weren't here long. Did you find anything out?"

Straight to the point. While he didn't mind bandying about, he'd been sitting on the results all day. Hoping for some kind of luck

"Well, they were a little curious about why I wanted to know, but I told them my father was a collector." After all, there were weirder things that happened.

Then, she smiled. "But it's there."

"You're kidding. They've still got it?"

It's like a wave of relief has hit Sirius. Finally, something in the win column. Of course there was still the matter of actually re-acquiring it and how he was going to do that, not to mention what he was going to do after, Sirius had no idea. But it was a start, and maybe his luck was actually going to turn around.

"Or they have a different bike of the same model," she admits. After all, that's not impossible. And it's probably best, in a situation like this, to be realistic about the odds.

"Either way, it's something," Sirius replied, trying to remain optimistic about the situation. After all, he had no idea how he was going to get his hands on the bike (whether it was his originally or otherwise) but still, somehow it was enough to know it existed. That there was still some vestiges of his old life around.

"I mean, it would be close enough to what I had."

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