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"I don't really need anything specific?" she admitted. Her walls were nice the way they were? "Though if this is an Art and crafts show...maybe a heavy quilt for winter if you see one?" she couldn't see over enough of the people to get even a glimpse of the booths really.

"How about you, anything to keep an eye out for?" he asked as she held out her arm in offer this time.

"I have no taste." Dilan says cheerfully, "So if you see something you think would suit me, let me know. Oh, quilts."

He very cheerfully plows a straight line toward the quilts. He's big enough and metal studded enough that people get out of his way before he bumps them.

She meeped cheerfully as he started through the crowd and it almost seemed natural grab the back of his shirt and therefore stay in his wake. "Pictures aside, Dilan, I'm not sure I know enough about you yet to even begin to think about what suits you..." she admitted to his back.

...didn't mean she wasn't looking around though!

"Then don't worry about it." Dilan says with a laugh, "I'm not really a thing kind of guy."

"How would you describe yourself?" she asked curiously once they were safely through the crowd and planted before the quilt stand.

Mmmm, blankets. Yep, she was petty one or two of them just to feel the contrasting fabrics. Now she just had to hope they had a winter weight one in tolerable colors!

He considers it for a while while she goes over the quilts, "Surprisingly Zen. I have a good life, with people I love in it. I have a job that I adore, even if it's got some annoying bits. I've got health, freedom, and a comfortable buffer against poverty."

"Yep, it does sound like you've got the zen thing pegged." she admitted, flashing a smile up at him. "I know an instructor who'd cry if he met you. He swears up and down no American can even approach a Zen state..." then again, said instructor really dealt with the lower end of society, so...

"Hey, Dilan?" she asked, drawing her fingers back from the quilts "Are there any particular fabric combinations you can't handle?" she didn't want to drape something on her couch if it was going to set a guests teeth on edge...

"If it helps, my father was from the other continent." Dilan points out, shrugging. He think looks over everything, "I don't like corduroy much, the sound of it gets stuck in my head and I hear the whish-whish-whish for hours. Other than that I'm cool."

"No, I'm pretty sure you're still American in his eyes, but it might be a mild consolation?" she chuckled.

Right, well, the 'no corduroy' thing narrowed her choices further. She settled for a heavy, heavy blanket in baby blue and white. It took her a moment to fill out the necessary delivery info, but not overly long? "It's going on my couch." she explained to Dilan over her shoulder "Public location number one in my place. Didn't want it to bother you."

Dilan just beams at that, "Cool. I look forward to it. Looks like things are clear up ahead, want to strap on skates?"

"Eh, one thing you'll learn since I've managed not to send you screaming yet? Most of my spare time is spent at home. So, I have to import people I want to spend time with." she admitted with a grin.

"It's what we're here for..." and there was actually a clear bench for lacing up! "Wasn't joking about not skating since middle school though. Bear with me?"

"No worries." Dilan says again, "I don't bring people home much because I share the flat with Braig, and he's a slob."

By slob Dilan means doesn't tend to put books in alpha order after reading them.

"Hmmm, one reason I don't share my apartment." she admitted. "Got my fill of that in college thank you." she was...a very private person. Everyone she didn't know or trust were simply kept out.

Anyone allowed into her life though? Well, that was a different story.

"And if I do have movie nights and the like, the boys know to clean up or I'll skin them."

"I'm afraid I can get rather unreasonable if I live alone." Dilan admits, "The OCD gets out of control if someone isn't there to drag me back."

"Anyone can" she agreed lightly "OCD or no. As long as you get to figure things out so they work for you though, it's alright. I've kind of weighed the price of not living alone against the bad moments of doing so...and made sure that a nine year old has the key to my place and the right to bother me." she admitted.

"How often do you have to be 'dragged'?" she asked, finally getting her skates laced and her feet back on the ground.

"Depends on the situation. The more stressed I am, the worse it gets. Usually not more than once every couple of months. I just don't do well alone."

He stands up and tests his skates out, making sure they're on comfortably, and skating a small circle.

"I can respect that." more the fact that he admitted he needed people than anything else. She dealt with people notorious for the 'I'm okay' response. Hell, she was one of them. "How do define a situation you need to be removed from...or is it obvious?"

It took her a moment to re-acclimate to wheels on her feet, but muscle memory was a wonderful thing. It was like riding a bike actually. Soon she was skating in slow circles just opposite Dilan...and occasionally scuffing her brakes to break them in.

"If I've got a protractor out near the bookshelf, stop me. Ditto if there is blood in the sink while washing my hands. It's pretty obvious." Dilan just came to terms with it. He's a people person.

He grins as she gets used to it and starts leisurely down the path. "I love the park."

"Ouch" she noted as she glided beside him. "Well, obvious is good. You kind of get used to ignoring subtle trouble signs sometimes..." she noted quietly.

"Hmmm, we used to run through here. All of us in training. It was one of the better courses." she agreed. "And you got to see people!"

"I do the same, sometimes, but I prefer it at dusk. It's a safe time for someone like me, but not for smaller people or human people so it's not crowded."

"I don't like running with a piece." she sighed "And you're right, I'm kind of a target once darkness starts to fall around here if I'm not carrying." even if she was, but, it was easier to get herself out then.

"I stick to the gym now that I don't have the giant group to run with."

"Pretty much, yeah." Dilan agrees, "Whereas I have the big, dark, not human, enough metal to give an airport attendant a nervous twitch thing going for me. And the colour scheme helps with that."

She laughed at that, skating just far enough away to give him a thorough, and obvious, once over. "Yes, you're terrifying material Dilan." she noted. "In a good way though."

"I pity anyone manning a metal detector near you though."

"Oh, yeah. I'm a scary man. Rar. Meer." Xaldin makes claws at her, and crosses his eyes.

"I forgot a couple of them once and that was really embarrassing."

"Only to those intimidated by height." she laughed, then almost tripped as she took her attention off skating. "Meer?"

"I can imagine. It's bad enough forgetting to drop your keys in the damn baskets..."

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