sliceitwithwind

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Aya AU

The bar brawl was magnificent. It spread from the original bar (Dilan isn't sure which one that was) to three or four others, going in and out of them into something not quite a riot but not exactly not. Dilan got involved in the second bar on the trip, but managed to hold his own until the cops got there.

And he very politely sat down with his hands behind his head waiting for them to get around to him. Someone with that much facial metal (eyebrow, lip, nose), that hair, and that size tends to ping the combatant radar of everyone. Ever.

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"I won't accuse you of it." she promised simply. Dilan had the benefit of being...a person with her. Not an image, not an ideal. She didn't know how to relate to those who weren't comfortable with being people.

"So do I. That and driving kind of bothers me." she chuckled. "I like walking better in the early morning and in good company."

"I can't drive." Dilan allows with a slow smile, "Never needed to, and cars are kind of cramped."

"I drive when Danny and I have to split up." if the look on her face was anything to go by, well, driving and lack of a partner were bad. "At least you have an excuse..." she teased.

"You've always lived in an area where there's mass transit?"

"Either mass transit or nothing worth seeing outside of walking distance." Dilan agrees, "Braig's family's beach house was a train-ride and a six mile hike, but it was a nice, flat hike."

"Well, that's one way to ensure relatively quiet vacations..." she mused. "Was the house, and beach, worth the hike though?"

"The best times of my life are spent out there." Dilan says instantly, "We still go, ever year."

"Fair enough then." she offered with a grin. "I may have to revise my opinion of beaches, since I now know someone who actually enjoys them..."

"Sun, sand, surfing, and swimming." Dilan says with a grin, "For true surfing I have to wax, but it's worth it."

"I never managed to figure out the appeal of sand." she noted. The sand she was familiar with was, well, stuff in construction sites and kiddy sandboxes.

"But by the sounds of it, it's worth it to watch the surfing. And maybe swimming. Is it that different, ocean swimming as opposed to other options?" she asked curiously.

"It's warm." Dilan says, "And I love building things, then watching the ocean take them away. Cycle of life, small? And yeah, it is. The ocean, it wants to kill you. Life comes from it, life goes back to it, it's brutal. You can see things you'll never understand if you just watch, but at the same time a pool is much kinder because it doesn't have tides, or currents."

Liiiiiiiiiiiittle bit of an adrenaline junkie.

"It's grainy. And shifty." she countered easily. Blankets worked just as well for warm, right?

"I don't think I'm allowed any more things that want to kill me..." she laughed. "But I'll try it at least once before I pass final judgment. Me? I'm in favor of swimming in fall pools. The deep areas just under waterfalls?" she loved...the noise. How it echoed even when totally under. Loud and strange enough that she couldn't hear herself think. It was relaxing...

"It is." Dilan says, "But I like the grainy and shifty nature of it. Waterfalls are nice, too. There's just something about the ocean..."

"Fair enough" she laughed. Who knew? Maybe beach sand was a hell of a lot loss annoying than it's nearest cousins!

"Have someone take pictures next time you go?" it'd be interesting to see him surfing...or just excited about the ocean. Though, when the idea had shifted from 'Tell me about the ocean' to 'I'd actually like to see this in him' she didn't know.

"Braig's mom does scrapbooking. I can bring one next time we see each other." Dilan says contently.

"Sure, why not?" she grinned "It'll give us something go through after one or both of us sprains an ankle or something..." she hadn't skated since she was a kid. She harbored no illusions!

Dilan grins back and then sits up straight when the food arrives.

This is where another quirk of Dilan shows up. He produces a pair of chopsticks, and is quite contently picking up chunks of berry with them.

Aya watched him for a moment, then chuckled. Yep, an interesting person, Dilan.

She really liked interesting.

She was content to use the utensils at hand though. It made steak easier!

Dilan grins at her, "We never used forks growing up. I'll cut my waffle and eat it with chopsticks, too."

"Hey, no argument here." she laughed again. "I'm just amused." incredibly amused.

"I never managed to carry chopsticks with me...so I kind of got used to eating with what ever was on hand.." her mother would have approved though. This was a young man who was prepared!

"The cafe at work has started stocking extras. Braig's the same way, although he's more likely to forget chopsticks than I am. I used to carry two sets, one to eat with and one for fancy stuff with my hair." Dilan grins a little wider, "But, well, the dreads are too heavy for chopsticks now, so the topknot it is."

"We've got the desk drawer full of random plastic stuff." she admitted easily. "Mainly sporks and plastic knives...but sometimes someone tosses a fistful of chopsticks in, depends on who's ordering from where." eating on the go was like that?

"Have you ever considered reinforced hair sticks?" she asked curiously. "My mother's hair was down to her ankles, but she could pin it up with special sticks..." she leaned back a moment, trying to think where said sticks had gone.

"A couple of times, but the dreads aren't just hair, they're also the wax that keeps them smooth. You can touch if you want to, I promise they get cleaned regularly." Dilan tilts his head toward her in offer, "Although be careful of my ears. They're, um. Sensitive."

"Sensitive painful?" she asked curiously. And yes, she did reach up to tangle her fingers lightly among the dreads. She didn't even notice when she ended up rolling one between her fingers, testing the texture.

"Hmmm, yep. Far heavier than chopsticks allow for." she mused. That was alright. Maybe she could figure out alternatives later...

"Only if you pull or tug on it. In general they're a major erogenous zone so it would just be awkward on my end if you started playing with them." Dilan says, with a very subtle blush.

She let the dreadlocks slip from her fingers as she took in the blush. Subtle, yes...add in the dark skin and she'd almost missed it, but...she hadn't thought much of anything would make the man blush. "I'll keep that in mind" she promised simply.

"Thanks for the warning." it' wouldn't have been fair to him to accidentally tease tonight...

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