We'll all soon meet...

[X_HeartofRoses_X]

((Yeah, I'm on idle, too, unless someone decides to bump into Frost or see Haven outside her home.))  

[Fadedepic]

Gareth smiled warmly at Maurice. "Good afternoon, sir. I've been told to come to you for help with repairing my 1911." He said dumbly, always acting shy and bumbling around when he was in a position of asking for or doing something he knew nothing about. He reached into his vest holster where one would clearly see the handle of the m1911 pointing out, but as he pulled it out, parts like the slide and other small objects began to fall back into the holster. He had to reach into the holster to dig out a few of those parts, along with taking out the half-assembled slide of the gun and holding them in his hands, smiling shyly at the two.  

[WritingWithLove]

"Oh, well," Maurice said, picking up each tiny piece and inspecting it, "this quite the problem. Yes, hmm... Well, I do confess that I'm not the best with weaponry, but I'll give it the ol' college try if you want!
Izzy looked over the gun curiously. She'd never seen one like this before! "Where'd you get this?" she asked eagerly.  

[Fadedepic]

Gareth nodded with a more reassured smile. "Of course. Anything'll be better than its current state." he said with a chuckle, rubbing the back of his head while turning to answer Izzy. "My gun? I got it a while back as a birthday present from my brother..." He said with a tinge of sadness at the end. His brother (YOU ALL KNOW WHO) had died recently a few years back, and the old m1911 was the only thing he had to remember him by. "I'm pretty sure a Torran made this particular gun, though. Although most guns are made for both man, anthro and Torran, you can usually tell from the trigger size whether or not it was Torran. From the big fingers." He said, making a V with his hand, moving his index and middle finger together as if they were one.  

[WritingWithLove]

"Right, of course!" Izzy said cheerfully, pretending to know exactly what he was talking about.
"I'd say that I'll have this done in, oh, a week at the latest," Maurice interrupted, still in his own little world.  

[Fadedepic]

Gareth's smile slowly faded. "Oh." He said dumbly. "Well, that extends my stay for a while... but okay. I guess I'll see you two in a week. Bye-bye." He said with a wave as he showed himself out.  

[X_HeartofRoses_X]

Now having dropped the kids off at school, Frost cupped the gem shard in her hands, speaking to Angel. "What now?"

"Um... Wander for seven hours?"

Frost sighed.

Haven was getting more into the music now, and closed her eyes, tapping her foot on the ground, murmuring a few of the words without meaning to. "Father, listen... he's got a home... don't have to go..."

((I tend to do this sometimes, and it's embarrassing...))  

[WritingWithLove]

Izzy watched the stranger leave, wondering if she should go after him. Figuring she had nothing else to do, she called, "I'm going out! I'll be back soon, Papa!"
She rushed out and caught up with the stranger. "H-hey!" she said, "So, um, what's your name?"  

[Fadedepic]

Gareth idly put his hands in his pockets as he began one out of a thousand walks down a thousand streets in his life. He had thought that moving around from place to place would yield more exciting results, but he had only learned from these journeys that every place had the same people, places, and problems. He sighed to himself, taking out a cigarette from the pack in his vest and flicking open his silver zippo lighter when Izzy began to speak with him. He turned around to face the small girl, a small look of questioning on his face. "Hmm? Gareth... What's yours?" He asked back, lighting up his cigarette. He seldom enjoyed talking to others, but he felt the need to indulge in human conversation every once in a while, especially when he began thinking of how horribly bland the world was.  

[WritingWithLove]

"I'm Izzy!" she said excitedly, always eager for a conversation. She breathed in some smoke and barely flinched; Papa's accidents in the lab helped her get used to the scent- not to mention her unique talent.
"Where are you from? Far away? You look like you're from far away!" she asked, her voice very young and curious.  

[Fadedepic]

Gareth chuckled at her curiosity of him. He took a small drag and blew it up into the morning air. "Yes, Izzy. I'm from a place that is very far away from here... Very far..." His voice trailed off as the memories came flooding his mind - both good and bad. He shook his head, coming back to reality. "What else do you want to know?"  

[WritingWithLove]

"Oh, I dunno!" Izzy replied, trying to think of something else to talk about. People in town weren't usually able to pay attention to her this long, so she was desperate to find a topic of conversation.
"Um, s-so, how'd your gun break like that?" she asked.  

[Fadedepic]

Gareth blinked, making a frown of surprise. He debated whether or not to tell her how he had really broken his gun. One side ranted at him how she was an innocent little girl and to tell her would somehow corrupt her pure soul, while the other replied with, 'Everyone had to grow up sometime.' His train of thought was completely wrecked from this. "Umm..." He began, sucking his teeth and blowing out a breath of smoke into the air. "Err... I fell on it. I was running and I crushed it between my ribs and a boulder. The slide fell off in my pouch." He knew that he was lying to this little girl about what he had truly done, but he figured that an innocent lie between strangers wasn't that much of a big deal, and it wasn't like he was bad at lying. Actually, he was quite good at it.  

[WritingWithLove]

Izzy gasped. "Oh, wow! Are you okay?" she asked him, casually looking over his chest.
The two passed by a bakery, and the customers inside did a double-take as they saw the two together.
"Who's the stranger?"
"He's with the weird chick!"
"Must be related."

They snickered and conversed, talking about what could have drawn the mysterious man here.  

[Fadedepic]

Gareth was about to respond with the casual, "No, I'm fine. Really." When he picked up on the two bakers and their thought patterns on both him and Izzy. This would've been something he would've casually let go of if it was only him being ridiculed, but when a small girl or someone of that situational weakness was put into place, something inside him burned to retaliate. He turned around and looked at both of the bakers as they were walking into the bakery. "OI!!" He called to them, no outward forms of aggression in his tone or posture. "Got something to say to me?" He called, smiling as he took another drag from his cigarette,