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[27_53]

He is watching, tonight.

This is not new.

He is attempting an 'experiment' that he could not attempt in his own world.

This is new.

He is sitting on a chair that has been turned around backwards, facing a table. He is dressed in jeans, but no shirt. His wings are tucked neatly against his back, and he's resting his chin on his folded arms.

He is watching, tonight.



[tiny tag conducting an experiment: skellig]
[tiny tag with a black hat: ben wade]
[tiny tag trying to walk the dog: hey arnold!]

[ooc: open until i say it's not, and he's botherable. if you need more description, see the userinfo.]

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[almosthonorable]

At the next table, Ben is fascinated by the wings.

(And grateful for the distraction of people-watching, if he's being honest, thanks to an earlier conversation.)

He doesn't want to offend the winged man, but once he's finished his whiskey, he can't help but offer a nod.

"You'll have to excuse my manners, but are you some kinda angel?"

[27_53]

"Only excuse when you've done wrong," comes the reply. "No need otherwise."

Skellig is not drinking anything at the moment, simply watching. He shrugs and there is a rustle and shift and tilts his head to the side. Studying Ben.

"Something like that."

[almosthonorable]

That's true enough.

(And he hasn't done anything wrong.

Today.

-- yet.)

His eyes follow the feathers' fluid movements.

"Somethin' close?"

[27_53]

"Partially."

One patch of feathers isn't settling properly, so he stretches a wing out and shakes it a bit, in an effort to get them to cooperate.

"Some have said angel, some have said owl, some have said beast."

Usually they just call him freak and leave it at that.

"I am not like you. Nobody is like me."

[almosthonorable]

Ben isn't sure what he finds more arresting -- the man (creature?)'s stilted grace, or the cadence of his words.

"You're the only one of your kind on your side of the door?"

[27_53]

"Haven't met another."

It's fact, plain as day.

(Is it regret? It's hard to tell.)

He pauses, and tilts his head again, studying the area around him as if he's looking for something. Or someone. He doesn't find it, whatever it is.

[almosthonorable]

Ben frowns slightly as he watches the man, thinking; then it registers.

He reminds Ben of River, a little -- it's the thousand-yard stare with an edge of awareness that's half-startling.

"Have you looked?"

[heyfootballhead.livejournal.com]

Arnold is occupying himself with a yo-yo tonight. He's seated at the bar, back to the counter, legs dangling off the stool, absently practicing various basic tricks.

His facial expressions would indicate that there's something highly satisfying about the feeling of the yo-yo making it back to his hand after a successful trick.

[27_53]

"One way to take the dog for a walk."

It makes sense in his head, at least?

[heyfootballhead.livejournal.com]

Hey, Arnold gets it. The comment earns Skellig a grin. "It's less work than the real thing, for sure."

[27_53]

"Never had a dog." He smiles in response. "You?"

[heyfootballhead.livejournal.com]

"A lot of strays hang around our house. It's because Grandma feeds them," Arnold replies. "They usually run in and out on their own. I walk Abner, though."

[27_53]

"Bigger than the yo-yo?"

He means 'Abner', whatever he is.

[foxglove_eyes]

Men with wings always carry some fascination for Lamia.

So... she watches him, with a fruity drink in hand.

[27_53]

He has seen many drinks like that, here.

"Hello."

[foxglove_eyes]

"Good afternoon," she says, with a smile. "Or evening. Not sure, here."

[27_53]

"End of all times, time of day is not as important."

[foxglove_eyes]

"Certainly puts things in perspective."

[27_53]

In an effort to be reassuring: "It repeats."

[nomorekaraoke]

Well, well, well, if it isn't a familiar face - complimented by a set of gorgeous, gorgeous wings. How could Lorne possibly keep from approaching?

Very simple answer: He couldn't. So, fruity drink in hand, he comes on over with a smile.

"Hey, darling. Long time no see."

[27_53]

"Has been quite awhile."

Skellig offers the green demon a smile in response to the greeting. He is also more than welcome to join him at the table.

"Been watching."

[nomorekaraoke]

"Uhuh," taking a seat, setting his cocktail down, Lorne makes himself comfortable. Not difficult at all, with the right company.

"Watching or looking?" He has a feeling Skellig knows how to appreciate the difference. "For what?"

[27_53]

"Both, and learning. People who do not stare."

A beat.

"It's...different. From outside," he points at the door. "Not like everyone else, doesn't mean trouble here."

[nomorekaraoke]

Leaning in just a tad closer. "If you ever catch me staring, it's because you're one very handsome being." Just saying. Just saying, and sipping his drink between motor mouthing.

"I like it here. It's...less complicated than back home. You don't have to hide, or risk it just going outside when the sun's up."

There was a time, he was so careless, he'd go out any time of day. In retrospect, he counts his lucky stars nothing too bad ever happened. But that's then and there and in the past. He'd much rather be in the here and now.

"Do you like the sun?"

[27_53]

"The sun is warm," he admits. "Nicer to fly in. Harder to hunt."

He tilts his head to the side. "Depends on the prey, suppose."

Mice are easier to catch in the dark - no shadow to scare them away. Snails are indifferent to his approach.

The compliment does get a smile.

"Don't mind you staring, you've never yelled."