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It's warm for December, 40s and rainy and stretching higher in the next week or so, if the report's anything to go by (which it sometimes is and sometimes isn't). Wren hasn't bothered to put on a real coat yet; he doesn't even have a hoodie under the leather jacket. It's nice, but it feels a little odd.

"Sorry, 'nar," he says, stepping neatly out of his dog's attempts to tie him up in her leash. "I know you're looking forward to snow, but you know what they say about patience." Neither of us have much, he finishes in his head. It had better snow by Christmas. There's a reason he had much less interest in the West Coast than Lexi ever did.

The warmth is tempting him down to the water, though. Not as though he couldn't handle it at its coldest, but it makes for a more comfortable experience. And mid-day during the week, far outside tourist season but without any sightseeing weather, he might be able to shift. The thought of it flutters under his skin.

Maybe after he gets Inari home.

[ooc: find wren making his way home with his dog, or heading down to the beach afterwards! st/lt/all tags welcome forever.]

Date: 2015-12-08 03:36 pm (UTC)
tothelighthouse: (thinkysad)
From: [personal profile] tothelighthouse
Wearing quite a few more layers than Wren, Dylan's walking Matilda - maybe she's walking him today. Everything that happened at the Cryptozoo has turned on his autopilot a little, and he doesn't notice for a moment that Matilda has started sniffing at Inari.

"Oh, sorry, is she okay with that?"
Edited Date: 2015-12-08 03:36 pm (UTC)

Date: 2015-12-09 10:13 pm (UTC)
tothelighthouse: (thinkysad)
From: [personal profile] tothelighthouse
Dylan smiles, just a little. "She's adorable." Matilda lets Inari sniff her, happy to have found another friend.

How is he? He's not sure. And he's not sure how honest he should be.

"I'm not completely sure, if I'm honest. Bit out of sorts. How are you?"

Date: 2015-12-14 04:15 pm (UTC)
tothelighthouse: (thinkysad)
From: [personal profile] tothelighthouse
"S'okay." It's not really. "Well. Not really. But."

Should he explain?

"There's just been a lot of stuff to deal with lately. Y'know?"

He laughs softly, "everyone keeps telling me how warm it is and I'm like... is it? I think I might secretly be dead."

Date: 2015-12-17 03:02 am (UTC)
tothelighthouse: (thinkysad)
From: [personal profile] tothelighthouse
Dylan laughs, a little embarrassed by the compliment, even if it is a joke, "thanks."

"Yeah, most of the time. It's quite annoying, but I deal." He shrugs.

He can tell Wren is curious about what he's alluding to, so he decides to tell him. Whether or not Wren will believe or understand is another thing to worry about.

"I saw something at the Cryptozoo. Something bad."

Date: 2015-12-21 03:56 pm (UTC)
tothelighthouse: (thinkysad)
From: [personal profile] tothelighthouse
He nods a few times, mostly to himself, trying to work out the best way to put into words what had happened. He hadn't really talked about it since the day.

"I mean. I suppose it depends. It was terrible for me. It was a sort... dragon thing? And then it turned into my dad. Or maybe it wasn't him. I'm not sure. Either way I thought it was. And. He's not the best person. So I was frightened and sort of... ran off."

He shrugged. Trying to dismiss how terrible it was for him even after telling Wren it was terrible.

Date: 2016-01-18 07:48 pm (UTC)
tothelighthouse: (thinkysad)
From: [personal profile] tothelighthouse
He has to think about that for a moment. His dad is alive, or so he assumes, but hasn't seen him since he was a kid. There's always this nagging fear, though, that he'll turn up again out of nowhere.

"I mean. Not really. I haven't seen him since I was little." He shrugs dismissively, feeling stupid, saying that, that he's still afraid of him.

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