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[button-masher.livejournal.com]

Tycho Brahe walks into the bar, some Merch merch in his arms and some wrapping paper. He grins and heads to a table, where he sets this stuff out. Now, as long as Gabe doesn't show up. Tycho doesn't want to have to explain that the Merch merch is not for him.

It's for Ann. Not that he's sure Ann likes the Merch either. At least not as much as Gabe does. But does anyone like anything as much as Gabe?

The mun rambles. The point is, Tycho is in the bar. Wrapping the Merch.

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[cywyllog]

Tycho is being watched with much interest by a young brunette at a nearby table.

[button-masher.livejournal.com]

Tycho is busy wrapping the blue little squishy box thing. Or trying. Fact is, Tycho sucks at wrapping anything.

But Ann should just take it! She should enjoy anything from her uncle!!

And while he does this, he feels someone watching him. He glances up. And nods at the brunette. Warily.

[cywyllog]

She smiles back.

"What are you doing?"

[button-masher.livejournal.com]

"Uh, wrapping the Merch. It's my neice's Christmas present." He shrugs. "I'm in shock I bought it. Hey, if a black haired guy who looks crazy and is about the same height as me walks in...let me know?"

Gabe cannot win!

[cywyllog]

"All right." She replies, warily, then eyes the gift some more.

"Why are you wrapping it?"

[button-masher.livejournal.com]

"For...Christmas." He eyes her. "You're...not from...Star Wars or anything are you?"

He adds tape. Lots of.

[cywyllog]

"Star wars?" This draws a slightly confused look. "No, I am from Camelot. We do not have this Christmas. Is wrapping required?""

[button-masher.livejournal.com]

"Camelot!" Tycho grins. He's played many a video game with Camelot in it. "Great. No, it's not required but it's tradition. So is shoving your best friend under mistletoe with your Aunt Clara."

Best friend is used in relative terms.

[cywyllog]

"Mistletoe for kissing, yes?" She's been caught on that already, but she's still smiling. "You have heard of Camelot?"

[button-masher.livejournal.com]

Tycho nods. "Yes. For kissing."

Maybe he can trap Hermione under it. Or Ron. He's not picky. His girlfriend might be angry though.

"Yeah, I've heard of Camelot. It's pretty famous where...and when I'm from." Tycho nods again.

[cywyllog]

"There is enough of it around." She looks up and confirms she is not under any.

"I have heard there are many stories written about it. Likely all inaccurate."

[button-masher.livejournal.com]

Tycho glances up too. Especially because he's terrified one day he'll end up under some with Gabe and there will be bloodshed.

"Yeah, probably. But anything that was written down about it was probably destroyed. I read a lot of the legends when in college. They were nicely written...don't know how accurate though."

[cywyllog]

"I do not know that much was written down. Battle records, perhaps. Otherwise, not many of us are literate."

She looks at the wrapping paper, a little fascinated, since she's talking of writing. "That is very pretty."

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Don't look now, Tycho...
well actually go ahead and look.

Look upon the not so mighty Malfoy and flail with glee.
Just expect muy snarkage of course.

Draco meanwhile attempted some sleep, and was currently nursing some tea and a bit of brekkers in a booth. He was observing again, not even realizing he had taken up the preferred Milliways hobby of people watching.

[button-masher.livejournal.com]

Tycho glances up from wrapping and gapes. Oh...God. Oh fucking God.

It's...Draco Malfoy.

He flails. And then wanders over to him (as cooly as he can) and shrieks, "YOU'RE DRACO FUCKING MALFOY."

Real smooth.

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Draco's eyebrows raised coolly at the shrieking fanboy, "Well spotted. You have a point, muggle?"

[button-masher.livejournal.com]

"Muggle. That's so great." Tycho grins. Crazily. "Uhm...so you really are an asshole. This is great!"

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Draco stared at him, and scoffed to himself, rolling his eyes, "Wonderful, I found the Mad Muggle."

[button-masher.livejournal.com]

Tycho just grins. More. And more crazy. "Can...I have your autograph. So I can prove I met you to Gabe. So I will win. At everything."

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Well, this is odd, but slightly gratifying. He was actually getting appreciated. Granted it was someone completely mental. But the worship was a nice change of pace with everything here. Even though he didn't think his reputation extended outside the Wizarding world.

He then smirked a little, "Very well."

[button-masher.livejournal.com]

"Eee." Tycho grabs a napkin and runs to grab the pen he was using to write Ann's name on her gift. "Here!"

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Draco eyed the pen with mild distaste, used to quills. He then sighed, and signed the napkin with a great flourish.

He then smirked, took out his wand, tapped the napkin, and muttered the flashing colors spell over it. Along with something else. He then put his wand away again.

He then slid over the napkin, now a piece of parchment, and his signature in flashing colors, along with the pen as well.

"Here you are."

[button-masher.livejournal.com]

Tycho feels faint. Faint with LOVE. "Can...I...sit down. Please?"

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Draco eyed him, and then gestured briefly to a nearby chair. That was the only acknowledgement given.

[button-masher.livejournal.com]

He sits. Heavily. "So. How's your father?"

...random? Tycho? No!