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November Catch-All

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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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.

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."

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."

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?

"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?"

"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."

"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."

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."

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.

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."

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.

"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?"

"No," she points a well-manicured nail at him. "My generosity depends on people not being rude." Which, if he had known her, was incredibly true. She was quite generous.

"There's better ways to get things than stealing." Which she knew. But didn't necessarily practice.

"Naturally," Reynard agreed, leaning forward on one elbow and propping his chin up on his hand, "Much better ways. But I prefer to put at least a bit of work in, so stealing gets the right balance between just magically getting things and doing an honest day's work."

He smiled wide enough to show teeth that were just that tiny bit too sharp, not bothered about admitting to being a thief. He might be joking for all she knew.

"Oh- no. No, I don't." Finnick was easily the most handsome man she had ever seen in her life. Additionally, was far, far more interesting than she would ever be.

She shifts, looking up at Reynard briefly. "Annie. I'm Annie." Around them, the car shifted from side to side as they rode through the underground. The man that was next to her crossed his legs, turning the page of his paper.

"And I'm really not interesting."

"Are you not? That would be a first. I've been around, sweet Annie, but I've yet to come across someone who's not interesting." Reynard regarded her with mock wonder, but his smile remained more good-natured than anything. "In fact, if you actually were not interesting, that in itself would be remarkable. But clearly you are interesting. Right now I'm already wondering how someone like you could have such a low opinion of themselves. It's certainly a mystery. Possibly a crime as well."

"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.

"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?"

"Of course." Thieves, particularly young men thieves, always got Nancy's guard up. She knew far too many, so not knowing one, at least on sight, tended to make her pause. Logically, she knew there was surely no connection at all between this man and Fagin, so there should be absolutely no cause for concern. But no one ever accused Nancy of being the most logical of girls.

"Magically getting things. Surprised you're not using that as a euphemism."

"C'mon, stop it," Annie mumbles to her knees. "It's, ah, not something I want to talk about anymore." She knew why she had a low opinion of herself: because it was true. Finnick and her grandmother had tried to convince her for years that she wasn't worthless. But it was still a prevalent belief nonetheless, despite their efforts.

"I don't want to be interesting."

"What exactly would I use that as a euphemism for?"

If he had known of them, Reynard might have eased her worries. He's not been in London for more than a few days at this point and he doesn't have any connections to any other thieves around here, as far as he knows. But since he can't read her thoughts all he does is smile curiously.

"I mean, I could imagine a number of things, but I'd prefer to just hear your thoughts on the matter."

Mission accomplished, Reynard supposed. More or less at least. She didn't so much seem not interesting as she appeared to be terrified or at least on the edge of it. It wasn't enough to make Reynard feel guilty, given he doubted that he was responsible, but it was enough to make him want to somehow manage to make her feel better. Something not easily accomplished when any comforting gesture would likely make it all worse.

He patted himself down and finally slipped his hand into his pocket, pulling out a chocolate bar. Unopened and quite fresh. He doubted she'd take anything from him, but a gesture was better than nothing, so he held it out to her with an open palm. "I've made you uncomfortable. Here, you may have this and my repentance."

"If you were saying how you acquired something that you stole. Just magically got it. Maybe euphemism is the wrong word." It probably was, she hadn't been to school a day in her life.

"Nothing sexual, if that's what you're thinking."

"Nothing sexual," Reynard repeated, unable to keep from smirking. He inclined his head a little, then thought for a moment before speaking again. "No, I think if I used that turn of phrase I'd be worried people actually mistake me for a magician. If I have to be mistaken, I'd much rather be mistaken for something else."

Speaking of... "I go by Reynard. Pleasure to meet you, even if I remain hungry."

Truth be told, she was really tempted to take the chocolate. But all of her training, all of her common sense, yelled at her to leave the bar there, to turn it down. From the possibility of it being cursed to it being drugged, she'd heard all about what happens when you take candy from strangers.

"No thank you," she said politely. "But thank you."

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