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[auseuil]

Honestly, he arrived as if he'd been here before. Indeed, if one wasn't already familiar with the faces in Nexus, the 'young man's' casual demeanor as he just strolled through an open door into the plaza would make it seem as if he'd spent every damn day in here. The attitude of a local or at the very least a frequent visitor, calm and mildly curious as he inspected a vending machine, milled about a screen near the plaza, lightly kicked a few benches, before eventually just draping himself all over one like a gangly teenaged octopus. A soggy bookbag, once slung over his arm, hit the pavement with a wet SPLAP as he seated himself, seaweed wound around the straps and zippers slapping the ground along with it.

The scent of the sea absolutely clung to him, the youth's overall appearance edging somewhere near 'damp'. As if he'd just crawled out of some lagoon, hair a bit too black, skin a bit too smooth. Those eyes just a little too dark. The teeth a touch too sharp. And for a while, he said nothing, apparently content to just take up the entire bench and people watch. A few minutes passed, before finally, at last, the man would speak up, his voice oddly, vaguely melodic and low.

"What's the weirdest thing you ever saw?"

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[auseuil]

"Well yeah, dude, because humans like clothes. Like, you get in trouble and shit if you sell pictures of boobs in public. Fairies don't care about that."

"How weird?" Maybe he was intentionally avoiding the question, it was honestly rather hard to say. The soggy youth was rather fixated on discerning what the definition of 'weird' was here, that much was clear. "What's up here, man? What's going on? C'mon you can tell me, not asking for anything that important, right?"

[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

"Like, you could run into an alternate version of yourself weird." He gives a shrug, and a slightly sheepish grin. And you are not the only one who is skilled in dancing around the issue with talking about themselves when they don't really fancy it. "Nobody seems a hundred percent on what's actually going on here, it seems to just show up, but once you are in you can come and go, and possibly even brin people along for the ride if it takes your fancy. You figure out the PINpoint things yet?"

[auseuil]

"... Could I?" That sounded very interesting, actually, the Siren's gaze wandering off of Dean for a moment as he mulled over what that might be like. "... Dude I'd have like, so many questions. Shit, I hope that happens, man."

"Uuuhh..." PINpoi-Oh. He gestured at the screen. "Yeah man, yeah. The whole intro thing, yeah I heard about it. Like... shit are they water proof? S'kinda nice here, y'know? Probably won't stop by a whole bunch but..." Someone seemed to be taking the idea of just 'coming and going' from an alternate universe pretty well.

"Kinda like just back and forth from Faerie, huh? Hey, does time here work the same?"

[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

"Probably? We got two angels here and that there's definitely only one of back on his home world. And he's not the only one whose mentioned it, so maybe the same. So... like I say, probably?"

He shrugs. "Haven't taken mine in the bath, I have no idea. I would assume they're built to last whatever they're thrown at. Although, they are cheap and easy to grab, so it'd be easy to replace if it doesn't survive a swim."

He's noticed that you are pretty cagey on answering questions about yourself, but with the fact you arrived wet, in tandem with this question, he's assuming that this might be some kind of 'Splash' situation. Mer-man? Maybe? He does, however, have Isamu to thank for the answer to this question. "Some places yes, some places no."

[auseuil]

"... Do they get along?" Yes that was what he was the most concerned about here, his expression one of puzzlement and interest. "You'd think they'd be too alike to be friends, angels can kinda be like... kinda shitty sometimes dude. Like not demon shitty, angel shitty. You get me right? Angel shitty?"

He'd glance in the direction of the vending machines. "I mean like, wouldn't hurt to charm 'em a bit before I go home. Kinda nice in here, y'know? Quiet and shit, good for like, a nap." But his mind was wandering, and it was with open and noticeable effort that he tried to pull it back into place, those dark eyes darting around for a moment as if actually, visually searching for the thread of conversation that he'd wanted to continue.

"I guess it doesn't make too much of a difference. Time's time and shit, what's a few hours or days or whatever? I'm not gonna miss too much if I'm out for like, a few years. I think. Hey, where're you from, man?"

[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

That? That has him laughing because oh, boy, understatement. He knows exactly what you're on about, even if he knows the circumstances won't be the same. However: "the thought of them in the same place at the same time is terrifying. But, pretty sure he loves himself enough that he'd manage to get along with himself."

He just waits out the guy searching around with his eyes, fidgeting a little in his impatience and near constant restlessness, but he also knows it can be a lot. "Earth. Or, by what I hear, one version of it. There's a few different people who come from the same place if you ask them the name, That will have had entirely different experiences, towns and places. Not heard of..." He pauses for a sec as he pulls up the name from not all that long ago in the conversation. "Faerie? Was it? Is that where you come from?"