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Alec started to laugh, not realizing he hadn't given enough information. "Northern Ireland, UK?" He thought for a moment, pointing to Awen as the figured out what he was trying to remember. "Some'un else's from Canada." He struggled to put his finger on it, eventually remembering. "Annie! An' 'er friend Fiona. Thas righ'." He mentioned it for relevence, figuring Canada was a small place so maybe they had some similarity? It always helped to find commonality in neighbors.

"Realleh?" He found this particularly interesting. "Are there irish people 'n Canada?" It seemed like such a stupid question, but for a kid that had never even travelled out of his country it was difficult to imagine what the rest of the world was like.

Abandoning his last thought, he leaned a bit closer to Awen and lowered his voice. "Hey. Are ye gon' be stuck 'n a fishbowl?"

Alec slumped back into his seat, both satisfied by AWen's answer and disturbed at the possibilities. To him, that would be worse than being turned into a pig. He didn't notice her obvious change in disposition at his last question, often too lost in his own chaotic thoughts to see the reactions in another people. Her silence however, caught his attention seeing as he expected her to go on about the future, to used to some other islanders' openness to their situation. He glanced up and saw her fidget, immediately feeling guilty for upsetting her. "Sorreh. A' get ahead o' meself." He muttered and looked away, frowning at the black screen of the tv.

Alec nodded, having difficulty remembering that he had originally come in there to play some Xbox by himself. "Ye," He nodded, scratching the back of his head. "don' worry about i', nothin' impor'nt anyways." He smirked, hoping this would occupy him for at least a few hours. Recently he'd been getting very bored and his mind often wandered when he was too bored.

Alec smirked, only finding her joke partially humorous though he was sure she meant it the same. "Take i' easeh." He waved to the manta girl as she was leaving, "'n thanks." The punk teen turned, now left to his own devices as he stared at the tv and console systems. Now to figure out how to turn it all on.

The dark face of the night had also invited Chert outside to wander, and he'd gladly heeded the call. If his feet were working, that meant his mind didn't have to, and avoiding the thorny tangle of thoughts that sat in his head was a key priority at that moment.

The morning after... he grumbled silently. The morning after was always a problem. But- he took a tight hold of that thought process and streered it in another direction- that wasn't what he'd come out to think about. The night air was slightly cooler than the day's (admittedly, that wasn't saying much), and the sight of the stars that glimmered in the night sky was soothing. That was what he was talking a walk for. Not to think about the awkward moment with Antony.

He was so busy concentrating on thinking about not thinking about the conversation that he completely failed to notice that another person had decided a night walk could be pleasant, too.

The unexpected voice halted Chert in midstride and brought his head snapping around to the approximate source of the sound. A measure of startlement thrummed in his chest like taut string that had been plucked, and although the shadowy figure that rested against the wall appeared to be mostly human, the sight failed to set him at ease. Humans were humans even if they had extra limbs or scales and whiskers. And humans were trouble. His pessimistic nature'd had a firm grasp on that viewpoint when he was back home, and the island had only served to reinforce it.

A guarded frown obscured the more uncertain emotions on his face like a mask. "What does it look like?" he asked in a tone prickly enough to give a cactus a run for its money.

First impressions. Bah!

Chert felt a faint p***k of annoyance at what he percieved as a rather immature gesture- but then again, even in the dark Fiona struck him as quite young. Perhaps it was that hint of that gangly arrangement of limbs inherent in almost all teenagers, or the slightly whimsical explanations for his night-wandering. Either way, the impression of youth was enough to convince him not to simply turn away and walk in the other direction. He quirked an eyebrow at her mumbled threat, which carried well on the clarity of the night air. "Revenge through arts and crafts, huh?"