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"In a position where they can all see you, but can't see eachother."

He grinned again, stuffing his mouth once again and washing it down with a big gulp of his water. His fork rattled and screeched against his plate as he ate, fully aware that he wasn't the best at using a fork.

"Guys tend to be much better at being... I dunno, bearable comes to mind." He winked and leant over dangerously close. One might think he was going in for a kiss, but instead, he simply stole a strawberry, eating it with a flourish.

"A girl would never let me get away with stealing a strawberry, or buy me dinner, or anything I like."

Siat tucked another mouthful of spaghetti away, then began gathering the last remnants of it in a pile, ready to be shovelled in after he had spoken. Swallowing with a gulp and taking another hearty glug of what tasted like wine, wiping the little bit that dribbled out the side of his mouth on his sleeve.

"I just feel more comfortable around guys, I guess." He shrugged and finished his food, stretching his arm out and hovering it above the bowl of strawberries. "D'you mind?"

(Inside the hospital, astride Owle....)

There was no helping it... this girl was out of her mind. Literally, he suspected, considering that vacant stare. He tried his best to steer his zombie-charge in the right direction, but with not the slightest inkling of who this person they were looking for was, he was forced to tell himself that she knew the way to the right room...

... and that a young woman in a nightgown and jeans accompanied by a young man in a leather jumpsuit commonly seen on professional motorcycle riders was as common as two frogs in a pond.

Lovely.

Still, he stuck by Owle's side. He seemed to have the same chivalrous-to-a-fault spirit as Rage.

(Slash, gerroff me! Um, I mean...

Inside the hospital)

With Slash's help, Owle's body managed not to bump into all too many walls. And in such a manner, Owle walking forward almost blindly, Slash trying to keep her from hurting herself, they would arrive at the room in which Maximos was reading, and where Rain was presumably also lying.

Then she would turn to Slash with a big, uncharacteristically unrestrained grin. "Thank you!"

To Maximos, she would also bestow that smile. "You're Mr. Maximos. You pet me."

Looking up at her, Maximos would experience an odd kind of double vision. Though in the physical world, she looked as she normally did (albeit a bit more disheveled), through the eye that saw the spirit world Maximos would see only hundreds of serpents, writhing in a shape that was roughly Owle's. The tail end of every serpent, including the one that had stayed by Maximos, seemed to lead straight to Rain.

Lost...to the world.

So enraptured Maximos had walked through active riots, sauntered across busy streets, waltzed past horrible monsters. But there was something about Owle that caught his interest. It was the way she greeted him, tossing out the formality on which Maximos built his social interaction and stopping just short of crossing any boundary into being offensive.

"You're Mr. Maximos. You pet me."

I wha--ow!

His eyes contact broke from the book quickly turning to Owle. Almost immediately his left hand came up and smacked his left eye, covering it with the butt of his palm. Did she always look like that?! His eyes were meant to work like 3D glasses both seeing a different image and combine the two into something new, using his minds perceptions to forge an image. Then produce an overlapped image, but one image does not actively counter the other. The image of Owle was one thing, the imagine of her as a group of constantly moving snakes was something entirely else. And it gave him a nasty headache, until he had a moment to get used it.

Hi Owle, you made it here fast!

He paused for a moment, his gently sliding from his face as he followed the connection between Owle and Rain.

If I may ask, what are you doing to Mr. Yupa?

Ah ha! So thats who that was! He saw two souls walking up, but only "Owle" came in. If he could infact call her that, something about this woman different from the one he met during Heaven or Hell. He would have waved or gave the man a greeting of some sort but he was outside the room, so he decided to give him his space. A smile seeped across his face as the bouncy woman made her way over to Rain.

Indeed.

He responded in his usual warm friendly tone.

He's definitely a strong one. If not in form than in will. Not many mortals go up against a god and last as long as he did...or live to tell the tale.

Even though Rain should never have received half the beating he did. But he would save mention of that for later. At the very least, he would save it for when his head was no longer spinning. "Owle's" story was confusing at best. An old man? Children? A fight? Where? Even with his eyes he couldnt see anything beyond the churning delving into Rain. Perhaps that was related to the way she seemed to be wandering or searching about the room.

I see...

He said, scratching the back of his head with a quizzical look on his face.

...Rain is far more complicated than I gave him credit for...