November Catch-All

[smugfox]

a) Somewhere with food

"Do you mind?" The good thing about British people, Reynard had quickly figured out, was that it didn't matter one bit whether they minded or not. By the time even the least polite of them had mustered up the courage to tell him that they very much minded indeed, he'd usually already gotten away with whatever it was he wanted to do.

In this case he not only sat down across from the person, but he also reached over to snatch something from their plate and immediately put it into his mouth. "Most gracious."

[ooc: Be the person who has food stolen, be an observer, join in to steal even more food or punch him in the face. Go with the flow!]

b) On the tube

"Right." That came out of nowhere and loud enough that several heads turned to look at him, quite a few people looking offended already. The tube wasn't a place to loudly proclaim anything. It was, at most, a place for quiet conversation and only if you knew the person sitting next to you. Other than that, anything other than 'pardon me' was really excessive.

"This is taking forever and we still don't know one another." Reynard got up and started to walk down the train, pointing at a passenger. "This man passed out ten minutes ago, because he's so drunk. Does anyone know where he wants to get off? Shouldn't we ask him?" He kicked the man's foot lightly, frowning. "He might also be dead, somebody ought to check on that. What about you?" Turning on his heels he looked at a girl with blue hair who stared at him with very wide eyes. "I can't be the only one who's been wondering for the past seven stops if that's your natural hair colour. Because it looks stunning on you, so either you have great genes or make great choices. Well done."

He took a few more steps, just in time to grab the pole so he wouldn't fall over. "Speaking of choices, can somebody tell me why every second person in London currently chooses to dress in red and black lumberjack shirts? Did I miss some kind of announcement? Is it a new uniform? Because if it is, I reckon the lesbians are pissed you stole it from them."

Spreading his arms he was almost tempted to take a bow as he took in all the people either staring at him or pretending not to hear him. The waves of second-hand embarrassment were all but tangible. Beautiful. "Will you people just start talking already?"

[ooc: ...someone just make him stop rambling. Or keep him rambling, whatever amuses you more.]

c) Locked to Siobhan

Reynard has only been here once before, but that was enough to find the way again. He slipped in after some other tenant and made his way up the stairs. In a plastic bag he carries quite a few scones, teacakes and assorted other treats. Just what a kind baker who left his store unattended for a few minutes wanted, to share with the world.

Given the circumstances, Reynard really didn't think it could count as stealing. Mostly it was taking what might have been given or at the very least should have been anyway.

d) Bring your own adventure!

[ooc: Just do whatever you like, feel free to hit me up for plotting.]

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On the Tube!

[reticence]

Faolan vaguely recognizes the man from around Hillingdon House, although he can't say that he knows who he is or much of anything about him. His excuses of course are that for up until this point he really hasn't had to pay much attention to anyone. He's paying attention now, though.

He's pretty sure the entire train car is paying attention now, for that matter.

He glances around them, but no one seems to be stepping up to the plate, nor paying him any mind once the ranting seems to have run its course. So Faolan decides he might as well do his part. From one member of Hillingdon to another. Or rather, from the Hillingdon Clan Leader to a Hillingdon Clan member making a scene.

"Do you feel better now?" he asks, raising an eyebrow at the other man as he does.

[smugfox]

For all his many faults, no one could ever accuse Reynard of not knowing how to draw and command attention. Really, it was mostly because of his many fault that he was so ideally gifted for exactly that.

"Not really, but I wasn't feeling bad. Just lacking entertainment." Reynard turned away from Faolan to spare another smile to the blue-haired girl, whose blush was clashing with her hair rather violently, but who smiled back at him nonetheless. That done he looked back at Faolan and lifted his shoulder in a light shrug. "So, yeah. I do. Thank you for caring."

[reticence]

Faolan nods slightly, throwing an apologetic glance over his shoulder at the other passengers before turning to the man beside him. He recognizes him from around Hillingdon, after all. He doesn't know his name, but he's seen him about. And he's seen his theatrics before as well, for that matter. Though he's kept himself to himself, and although he's been recently promoted to the top, he wonders if this man knows who he is in turn. Doubtful, all things considered.

"No problem," he retorts. "Though most of those people are far too English to appreciate such a gesture." Says the Irishman. "If you're looking for conversation, you're going to have to stop trying so hard." Then again, in retrospect, it had found him conversation with him, he supposes.

[smugfox]

"I wasn't looking for conversation so much as entertainment and I excel in providing my own. But there I went and snatched up someone to converse with as well. Seems as if I'm exceptionally lucky today." Today, always, whichever. Reynard could never quite decide if he was more of an optimist or just a lucky bastard. Probably a bit of both.

"You're Faolan, aren't you?" It wasn't really a question. Reynard might not have been here long and not actually have spent that much time around Hillingdon, but he made sure to get to know who could be of importance. "What's it like? Meeting me, I mean."

[reticence]

Faolan raises an eyebrow at the question. The second question, rather. What's it like meeting him? "Are you going to make me regret this?" Faolan asks the other man outright, because it feels as if it's the thing to do, in response to a question like that, before continuing on.

"I am Faolan, yes. Didn't know whether you'd know of me. Didn't know whether you paid attention to things like that. You seem to be rather occupied otherwise most of the time." A polite way of saying that Faolan had thought he was rather too self-absorbed to be able to notice things like that going around him. It made him think better of the other, honestly. He knows who he's talking too as well, after all. Though he doesn't toss his name back at him. He knows how much that might inflate an ego in return, and Reynard's seems pretty inflated enough.

Somewhere with food

[wolfmarked]

Skip watched him for a moment. A stranger sitting down at her table in her favourite little before-class breakfast hole? Not unusual. It was a small place with a laid back kind of air. If people wanted a place to sit, they'd take one. Usually with a bit more tact, but... People in glass houses and all of that.

But when he takes her food-- Well. One red brow arches up.

It takes a moment for her to decide how to proceed. After all, she has half a mind to throw the fresh coffee in front of her into his face. She also has a fork at her disposal. Fingernails can't be discounted either. However, rather than irrational violence -- she'd rather not have to call James the week of a full moon about business -- she smiles.

Which is when she waves down a waitress she knows by name.

"Hey, Penny -- it's gonna be one check," she says with an Irish lilt. "This guy's offered t' pay for mine, too."

[smugfox]

There was no doubt whatsoever that he had that coming. Considerable doubt that he actually currently had enough money on his person to pay for much of anything, but he'd solve that problem when it became more immediate.

However, this officially meant that they were sharing the plate, so he just smiled agreeably.

"You're welcome," he said and already reached for the edge of the plate to pull it closer to the middle of the table. His eyes were on her and so were his other senses, which very clearly told him 'wolf', always enough to put him on edge. No wonder he was already being just that bit more provocative than he might otherwise have been. "People don't share enough. I think it brings us closer together. Also, you have to admit, if this was to be my attempt at a date, I've already saved us both a considerable amount of time. No awkward flirting, no need to ask, then hawing over where and when to actually meet. You'd have just gotten your will right away, without overcoming your shyness enough to ask me first."

[wolfmarked]

"If this were a date," Skip replied, doing her best to shrug off his enjoying of her food, "there'd be a lot more music, more people, and I'd have a drink in front of me."

She takes a moment to consider then tilts her head.

"But I'm not one for dating. Meet a cute guy at a club, have a dance, go back to my place, part ways after, and continue on our merry way. Maybe call when we're bored but that's the sum of it."

He wanted to talk a lot? She'd reply. After all, that kind of talk usually got a reaction, at the very least.

[smugfox]

"I've never been one for dating either. I'm a lot better at showing what makes it worth bearing my company the more direct route." Just as she had apparently implied. Reynard kept happily sharing what was now clearly their food, clearly not bothered by it bothering her. In all honesty, that really just added to the experience for him.

"So we're both novices at this, so I feel it was wise of us to skip some of the more advanced steps. We should probably at least introduce ourselves, but we can move ahead of any awkward silences there might have been. I go by Reynard." His smile is pleasant. Innocent enough. "How about you?"

B

[anniesgonemad]

Why did she have to be sitting so close to this man? He kept talking, making a show for the entire train, and that just wasn't something you did. You certainly didn't do it by calling out the color of Annie's shirt.

"It's not mine," she muttered, looking down at her lap, picking at her short nails. She'd always kept them short, musician's fingers, but her grandmother now insisted they remain short. When that failed, she'd move to pulling her sleeves down over her palms.

"Could you- uhm- stop?" Please?

[smugfox]

"Stop what? Talking? Because I'm afraid not, just judging by the experience I've gathered over the years. Many have attempted to help me achieve silence, but the effects have always been temporary." Reynard had quieted down however, an apologetic look on his face. "I didn't mean to insult you in any way. You look as fetching as anyone could in that shirt, I'm just puzzled over why so many are wearing them. But I might have found the answer, they are probably just aspiring to match you."

[anniesgonemad]

Annie can't look at him, she just looks everywhere else instead. Her hands have abandoned themselves, to take refuge at the ends of her hair, playing with the long, unruly strands. At least he was becoming quieter, now.

She frowns, pulling her shoulders up closer to her ears, trying to make herself smaller, a fierce blush on her face. "It's not mine- it's Fin- it's my boyfriend's." And it smelled just like him, which was precisely why she was wearing it. Still blushing, she added hastily, this time turning to actually look at the loud man: "Uhm, thank you. But I really, ah, I don't think that's the case."

[smugfox]

"No, probably not. That's what you get from exaggeration for flattery's sake, a blush but not a lot of truth." Not that he'd actually believed his outrageous claim, so her denial didn't really bother him one way or the other. "I'm sure it looks better on you than him though."

Another stop and some people were getting off. Reynard considered telling the man next to Annie to move, so he could sit down next to her, but he figured this might actually just add to her nervousness, so he didn't, instead opting to remain standing. "Now I know more about your boyfriend than you. Doesn't seem right. I go by Reynard. What do I get to call you?"

A

[stauncherhearted]

"Yes, I bloody do well mind!" Nancy's quick, bringing her hand down on top of Reynard's. "Who do you think you are, coming around and taking food off of a girl's plate?" If it was his attempt to flirt with her by making her angry... Well, she was angry. So congratulations on that one.

"What is your damage?"

[smugfox]

"I don't know about who, but I can tell you what I am, in relation to that. Hungry." No, this wasn't how Reynard would choose to flirt with somebody, but frankly, he had had liaisons that started off on a worse foot. Not that he was really thinking about that right now. He turned his hand to hold hers in turn, mostly because that way it would be easier for him to pull away should he need to.

"Not in a sharing mood? I really am exceptionally rude." He could admit that much, very freely, although he notably wasn't offering up an apology. "Maybe one day I'll earn your forgiveness."

[stauncherhearted]

Oh dear. He was holding her hand. No one got to do that and live. or, well, no one got to do that. Period. She wasn't a hand holder, even in the most platonic sort of ways, unless she was the one initiating.

She scowled at him over the table, and removed her hand from his sharply. "Exceptionally certainly is the word for it. If you can't pay for food, maybe you could try asking?" She'd happily buy him something to eat, if that was the case.

[smugfox]

To be fair, she had initiated the hand-holding. More or less at least, given she had been the one to grab him.

"Suppose I could have, but you have to agree that this way was a lot faster." Reynard pulled his hand back, fingers curled in when he ran it through his hair, as if anything could actually tame it. "Does your generosity depend on circumstances that much?"

It likely should, but arguing in his favour when nothing really was in his favour was kind of his thing.

A

[knightscode]

Lancelot looks up from his coffee in surprise and lofts an eyebrow at Reynard as he snags one of his mini caramel waffles. In truth, he supposes he... doesn't really mind, but still. It's decidedly forward behaviour, a little more forward than he was used to. Lily looks up from where he's laid out on the floor, white ears twitching in Reynard's direction warily, but she doesn't move for now. She's just going to keep an eye on him. Just in case.

"I suppose not," Lancelot ventures finally, taking a cautious sip of his coffee. It isn't too hot, it's more that his entire demeanour is caution now. "Although most people wait for an answer before making a move."

[smugfox]

"Most people must be a lot less hungry," Reynard concluded logically while taking another bite of the waffle. Truthfully he really isn't anywhere close to starving, but if there was a better way to strike up a conversation than through unnecessary provocation, Reynard hadn't come across it yet. At least not better for what he was generally after, so mileage might very much vary in that area.

"You have excellent taste, friend." He could approve of that. Too sweet and too sticky and he loved that very much. "What else would you recommend to me? Other than better manners, I'm afraid it's too late for me to pick those up."

[knightscode]

He lofts an eyebrow curiously at Reynard, lets out an awkward sort of huff of laughter and carefully takes a sip of his drink. He's going to keep hold of it, just in case the guy gets ideas. This drink was his first, and he's using it to warm up.

"Well, I suppose that depends what you're after. They do nice hot chocolate here if you want something sweet to drink? Honey and almond, I think, if you like that sort of thing."

Which, by the way Reynard is eating his food, Lancelot is guessing he might.

[smugfox]

"Obviously I like sweet or I'd not have sat down across from you." Reynard flashed a smile and then shrugged, not too sold on that line himself. "Seeing how you're the one eating these." He gestured to the plate still in front of Lancelot, which seemed like a great opportunity to grab another. Might as well.

"So you do come here often? Just judging by the recommendations you make."

[growsowngoats]

Siobhan lit up when she opened the door to find someone she already considered a friend to be standing on the other side of it. Reynard could take in the entire room she lived in just from looking over her shoulder, she had her own entrance but everything else was shared with her landlady and so her own living space was just a tiny little room that had probably been a maid's sleeping area or something like that at some point.

There was a bed that looked rather comfortable and that Sio had filled with blankets and pillows, she tended to get cold rather easily since there wasn't much meat on her bones, and that was also why she preferred to sleep in soft places when she had the choice.

The walls were covered in her art, and everything was kept perhaps more neat than one might have guessed from the scatterbrained impression she tended to give people of herself.

"Hello, you!"

[smugfox]

Reynard walked in and put a hand on her hip as he did so, quickly leaning in to kiss her cheek. "Hello, sweetness. I brought food and I'm me, so I assume I'm quite welcome."

He took the room in with a quick look, then turned on his heels to face her again, already holding the bag he'd brought out. "Where do you want to eat? I don't know what about you makes me feel like sharing, but perhaps it is the joy you share so freely."

[growsowngoats]

"You assume right. Let's just sit on the bed."

It was cosier, and she knew for a fact that they were both snugglers who liked it best if they could be huddled up somewhere comfortable, preferably with someone to cuddle.

She didn't have much of a response for his compliments apart from a smile and a blush, but perhaps that was enough.

[smugfox]

"It's not as if you have much excess furniture." Reynard didn't resist the tease as he made his way into her place, reaching for her hand to pull her along. No shyness required, Siobhan was too precious to bother with even a show of that.

"Did I interrupt you, sweetness? Or were you just sitting around, filled with longing for me? I could understand."