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Tadeos gave a bit of a sigh as he walked along, his icy blue eyes on his list. He hadn't been planning on going out today, wanting to spend the day shadowing Doctor Forthus, but that wasn't meant to be. Instead he was given a list of things to buy at the marketplace that included sewing supplies. It seemed that the doctor meant for him to learn to sew, something that would help him to do straight, even, and very neat stitches later. A good idea since he wouldn't want to leave crooked stitches on a patient. He just couldn't let his sister know or she wouldn't let him live it down.

The overly tall Tadeos, standing a good head above a lot of those in the marketplace, walked onward, ignoring the looks he was getting. There were those in the area that knew him well from his more wild days and some of them didn't really believe that he was trying to clean up his act. He just had to prove to them that he was serious is all. Once he acheived his goal, once he became a real doctor, then they would know that he meant to be more then he'd been before.

Now, where to begin he thought to himself, checking the list again, before he started toward the first booth he needed to go. He'd get everything on the list save for the cloth, leaving it for last. Last thing he wanted was to carry it around for long where people could see him, not wanting to deal with the bother.

The odd trilling of a creature that he knew well enough wasn't quite enough to get Tadeos's attention, mostly because he really didn't think that the creature was trying to. It was more the girl's voice saying 'Oi, you' that did. Turning his head he asked, "What is it?" Before he realized that she seemed to be talking to her pet, perhaps? It was something that caused his cheeks to color ever so slightly and he turned his head back to his list.

Ugh, maybe she hadn't heard him? Maybe he would get lucky and could just continue on with his shopping? This was something he'd never mention to his sister as she'd likely find his slip up amusing.

Giving a sharp nod he said, "I... sort of figured when I looked your way." He said, none too happy with himself for making such a mistake. He had to be really impeccable when it came to details given the life that he had planned out for himself. A thought that he put aside for the moment as the Lightning girl set to introducing herself and her pet, something told him he would need to do the same.

"My name is Tadeos." He had to remain open and polite, someone that anyone could talk to. It was a bit difficult when all he wanted to do was fetch the stuff on his list so he could head back but he'd do so. A doctor couldn't seem too removed from those he wanted to serve or else they would seek out a different healer instead. He didn't want to risk chasing off potential patients as he was sure Doctor Forthus would be quite displeased.

Tadeos found himself starring at the creature that was using him as a perch, then turned to study the girl before him. There was a long moment where he found himself wondering if this was another of Tyr's set ups. There was that girl back in the clinic a few days ago so he'd thought since it didn't work out that Tyr would give it a rest for a while. Was she back at her attempts at matchmaking already? If so it would be a new record, two women in one week.

Lifting a hand to rub at his temples he said, "If my sister sent you I'm going to tell you the same thing I tell everyone she sends, I'm not interested." He hated appearing rude but he had better things to do then get messed with by potential girlfriends that his twin had picked out for him.

Tadeos starred at her for a long moment, seemingly sizing her up. She said that it wasn't the reason why she was approaching him, instead she was just trying to be helpful. He wanted to believe it too. Surely his sister wasn't out there propositioning every last woman on Belrea, was she? He gave a little sigh, certain she would do just that if she were able. After a bit of thought he finally said, "Sorry. I am too used to my twin trying to hook me up with everyone woman she comes across and half the men."

"Yeah... her name is Tyrithian, she looks like a female version of me with shorter hair. If she approaches you know that she might be trying to get the two of us married." He said, lifting a hand to rub his temples. It was as though she had forgotten how old they were he thought to himself. Giving a nod he said, "I wouldn't mind a bit of help. I want to get back to the clinic to resume my studies but have so much I need to pick up before I can."

"Interesting. Yeah, that is a good way to describe my sister." He said, giving a little nod of agreement. He gave a glance around, making sure that she wasn't nearby or watching since those might be fighting words. Upon not seeing her right away he turned back to the Lightning woman again, "Alright. Will do." He moved forward, starting to lead the way to where he could begin this shopping trip.

As she asked him about his training he gave a slight jump then started to look around again. After a moment he nodded his head, "I... am. It's the not the training I should be doing but it's the training I want to do." How he meant to explain it to his mother was the real question. One that he would face later since it wasn't as though he or his sister saw her all that often. It was pretty easy to avoid letting her know what it was that he was up to during the day because she was so busy with her own work. Something that made his life a lot easier.

He gave a slow nod, "Yes. Not the sector I was meant for and... not something I've explained to my mother but... what I want to do." He said slowly, not liking that he was sneaking around in a sense but he'd yet to figure out how he could tell his mother that he wouldn't be following in her footsteps like was tradition. Not to mention his sister was doing the same, wanting to follow her own path as well.

Giving the gun she motioned to a glance he found himself wondering what it was that she meant by acheiving a dream of her 'Gramps'. What was the dream? He found a bit curious but at the same time worried. What if she was planning to use that gun for something dangerous? Something that would involve Doctor Forthus and himself having to deal with gun shot wounds. Here was to hoping that wasn't what she was after he thought to himself as he walked along, turning his icy blue eyes to scanning the booths for what he was looking for.

"Ah! Here we go." He needed surgical grade thread for stitches as well as regular thread for practice and it seemed one booth might have both.