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Post by Noah Nørskov on Jan 7, 2016 3:09:52 GMT -6
Noah followed Hektor's stare down below, seeing Des had returned he opted to finish the conversation a little short, "I'd be hard pressed to believe it either but I wouldn't still be in this place without some truth to it all."
The Hunter couldn't help but raise a brow at the method of return Des had decided to go with, and after calling his bird a show off at that. They really were a unique pair. The mention of cops left a bit of tension in the air with Noah though. "You... Didn't do something illegal on the way back here, did you? Like kill another guy?" It was half a joke, or at least his tone suggested it was joking, but Noah couldn't say he wasn't at least a little worried that was the case.
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Post by shraider on Jan 7, 2016 3:38:38 GMT -6
The blonde laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "I haven't don't anything illegal toni-"
"Wait.." Hektor pointed a finger at his companion as he recollected some earlier memory. "There was the shop..."
"Oh wait..." Des nodded. "Yeah. Ok. So I haven't killed anyone tonight. No, the only asshole I dropped was the one you stumbled upon." Turning, he slid back down to the seat he'd vacated earlier on the ledge. The slight scrap of metal on brick could be heard as his gun brushed the wall through his shirt.
"There was also that guy who's arm I broke..." He paused to think before starting again. "And then that other guys who's nose will never be the same."
"You have a problem." Hektor sighed, stepping back over to the ledge to take a proper perch.
"I can't help it." Des shrugged, turning back to Noah. "But I'm pretty sure the cops have my description by now. Can't be to careful with the law." They'd been there before and it wasn't fun. Des would rather deal with hunters trying to kill him then the cops. At least with hunters, he could shoot back and not feel bad about killing them.
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Post by Noah Nørskov on Jan 12, 2016 3:46:19 GMT -6
It was oddly comical watching the two go back and forth at eachother, and he couldn't help but agree with the bird that this guy had problems. The casual way they spoke was so mismatched to the subject at hand. The slight clattering suggested he was probably also lying about being unarmed, something Noah had assumed since the start, though that didn't feel like so much of a concern now.
At least he seemed to have won Hektor over to some degree, that had to be worth something should some other comment set him off again.
"You know, violent hobbies aside, I can't help but think your choice in style makes avoiding unwanted attention difficult." Noah shifted a little to reach his left coat pocket, the action and a slight crinkling sound drew Garm's focus with perked ears and an expectant look. "I wasn't going to ask about your clothes, but your hair is pretty unique." Pulling out two pieces of jerky, he bit down on the edge of one, leaving it hanging out of his mouth, as he passed the other to Garm. "It kind of stands out." Noah accent didn't muddle his speech much, but having the scrap of meat between his teeth certainly did.
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Post by shraider on Jan 12, 2016 4:02:02 GMT -6
Des laughed again, a sly smile crossing his face as he turned to look at Noah, winking. "Maybe I want to be noticed." The humor in his expression changed from mischievous to confused as he witnessed the other shove jerky into his face. The thought of someone telling him that he attracted attention when they literally had food hanging out of their mouth struck him as funny.
But rather then comment on the matter, he instead continued. "Joking aside, it serves a purpose. Not only do I look totally hot, but people don't see me as much of a threat. When you first saw me what was your initial thought?" That playful smile returned. "You thought I was a woman, right?
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Post by Noah Nørskov on Jan 12, 2016 4:32:05 GMT -6
"Hmm." Noah chewed quietly, finishing the jerky before replying, "I suppose. Though, to be honest, the first thing I probably thought about you was that you weren't a dog, and that's pretty sad." He hoped Des would take that to be a joke. He was mostly joking anyway.
"I have some other snacks by the way, if you'd like some. We've been up here for a while now." He paused, a little unsure of how to phrase the next line. "You... probably wouldn't be interested in the jerky though."
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Post by shraider on Jan 14, 2016 1:36:24 GMT -6
The blonde snorted, grinning at the hunter's reply. "You're not really one for human's are you? Yeah, neither am I."
Pausing at the offer of food, Des actually took a moment to look the man up and down. "Yeah sure. But...how much food do you have in that jacket? I suppose that's one of the upsides of being tall. More pocket's per square inch."
At the mention of jerky, however, Hektor snapped the gaze which had been lazily drifting over the city right to Noah. Noticing, Des rolled his eyes. "Hektor, use your words, we discussed this."
"Jerky?" The bird questioned quietly, piercing gaze never leaving Noah. "Can I...?" he trailed off awkwardly.
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Post by Noah Nørskov on Jan 14, 2016 2:17:48 GMT -6
"It's not like I have a whole pantry in my pockets, just some things for the road..."
Having been directed towards Hektor's intimidating stare, he laughed lightly before replying, "yeah, I wasn't going to forget about you." Noah stuffed his hand back into his pocket and pulled out a half-empty packet of jerky. Picking out a few pieces for Garm and himself, he offered the rest of the bag up to Hektor, "it's for dogs though... I hope that's alright." Even if he hadn't mentioned it, the bag itself had a large image of a Golden Retriever on it, making it's intended consumer rather clear.
"Anyway I'm surprised you didn't bring anything yourself if you planned to be out here keeping watch. I have a couple granola bars, do you want a chocolate chip one or one with fruit?" The question was to Des but the Hunter was busy tossing another two pieces of Jerky to Garm, who was catching them out of the air.
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Post by shraider on Jan 14, 2016 16:36:15 GMT -6
Pulling an arm out from under his feathers, Hektor accepted the bag. Hopping back up onto the ledge he shoved an entire handful in his mouth before turning his back defensively and puffing his feathers dramatically.
"Oh my g- No one is going to steal it from you. Like he said it's for d-." Turning, the blonde leveled a partially curious, partially disgusted look at the hunter. "It's for dogs?" Shaking his head slightly, Des shrugged off the knowledge with the conclusion that the brunette was just as odd in his own way as he himself was.
"Chocolate chip please. And we actually hadn't planned on staying up here all night. I just wanted to get a lay of the land mostly, check out what you lot are doing....See the activity. And then hopefully hit up the club nearby, it's open until 4am. So we'll probably hang out here for another hour."
Stretching his leg out, the blonde tapped Hektor with his toe. "Hey, what do you say?"
"Thank you..." The bird spoke, the sound muffled past a mouth full of jerky. He still didn't turn around.
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Post by Noah Nørskov on Jan 21, 2016 14:27:17 GMT -6
"I mean, I told you you probably wouldn't be interested in it, that would be why." Des' reaction wasn't exactly unexpected, Noah was more surprised that he hadn't asked why he wouldn't be interested before. "It's not really all that weird though, dried meat is dried meat." While speaking, the Hunter dug into his right coat pocket this time, pulling out two identical granola bars before stuffing them back in and rummaging for a different type. "Here we go," having found a chocolate chip one, he handed it over to Des.
"Clubbing till four, huh? Places like that were always too noisy for me, but have fun." He was clearly ignoring the first portion of Des' comment. "Try not to injure anyone."
At Hektor's acknowledgment Noah laughed a little, "I'll have to bring a bag just for you next time." It felt a little odd to say, insinuating they'd meet again like friends, after such a tense first meeting and clear distrust. Still, he was planning to keep an extra bag on hand in the future just in case.
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Post by shraider on Jan 22, 2016 1:02:13 GMT -6
The blonde snorted slightly as he accepted the granola bar. "You do have a point. I suppose I've probably eaten worse when I was younger. I know for a fact Hektor has, Mr. Roadkill for lunch." Again, he poked his companion in the back with his toe but the only reaction he got from the bird was for him to puff up slightly more.
It was only at Noah's offer of more did he turn around to set am owl-like gaze on the young man. "Yes, please..." He whispered, mouth still full.
"hmm, I don't make any promises." Des grinned playfully as he unwrapped the bar. "Although if I don't take your advice soon I'll run out of places to party at." This town only had so many clubs after all and his face was surely known in half of them already.
The fact that Noah had mentioned a 'next time' wasn't lost on Des. It wasn't everyday he met a hunter that was so nice. Maybe he should try for a friendship? He hadn't had human friends in years, and certainly never a hunter.
"If you wanted to tag along, we could always hit a pub. It's really just a drink I'm looking for after all." He doubted the hunter would take him up on the offer but he thought he'd give it a shot. "That way you could make sure I don't kill anyone else." He winked in Noah's direction before taking a bite of the bar.
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Post by Noah Nørskov on Jan 22, 2016 2:33:20 GMT -6
"Sure thing." Noah shot both hands up in a double finger point towards Hektor.  He gave Des' offer some honest thought. Not that he was entirely worried about what the man would get up to on his own, but more so because he had actually found this night to be enjoyable. "I think I'll have to decline, I'm not one for alcohol really. More of an early to bed early to rise kind of guy anyway," the Hunter slid a phone out half way out of his pant pocket to check the time. It was later than he had guessed. "If you still wanted to go clubbing you should probably be heading off now, because it's late and I'm about ready to crash." "Though, hit me up if you ever want to hang out when it's not assfuck in the AM." With that, Noah gave a little half-smile. |
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Post by shraider on Mar 3, 2016 4:02:45 GMT -6
The blonde snorted slightly. "I'd think you were the fun police, but I'll reserve my judgement for now, all things considered." Shoving the rest of the bar into his mouth, Des stood and stretched before shoving his feet back into the sandals he'd kicked off hours previous.
"Assfuck in the AM is my time of day." Des spoke as he untied the sweater from his waist and slipped it on. "But fortunately I can get into just as much trouble during the day as I can at night so I might just take you up on your word." He winked at the hunter before slapping Hektor playfully on the back and once again hop down off the building.
Sighing, the bird watched the man go before rubbing his temple in exasperation. "When he mentioned trouble that wasn't a lie."
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