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“Don’t eat it too fast.” Finn didn’t even look up from his frantic looking coloring (it really wasn’t, he was actually trying to slow down so he didn’t mess up, but that hadn’t happened for years so he didn’t know why he didn’t draw faster) to know that Dante was chomping on his ice cream.

Finnegan finally looked up and grinned. Making sure that he had the face and body structure right from a quick one over before he started to work on the zombie dragon (he was going to be blue and moss green Finn decided). “How about we trade some info then? Since I seem to be interested in every part of your mafia life.” Finn may or may not have winked after he said that. He didn’t allow himself to think about it while he took another bite of his milkshake and went back to the dragon.

“I usually wonder around all the art stores or go people watching in Hachiko Square. A lot of neat people come and go.” Finn grinned adding a satisfied look as the dragon ate a soldier and used his sword as a toothpick.

“My parents are back in Ireland where my older sister and her kids are. My twin older brothers are a weather person and a computer researcher while my oldest brother, the one who brought my to Japan a lot, is a lawyer and travels a lot.” Frowning a bit Finn tilted his head and pronounced his drawing done by shutting his sketch book and placing it on the table in front of him. He was going to finish his milkshake before he showed Dante his picture.

It was only fair. Dante was almost done with his ice cream and Finn hadn’t been able to eat his yet.

Finn frowned a bit at the mention of a bad thought, but he wouldn't ask about it since that would only bring it up again. He didn't want Dante to feel uncomfortable or anything. He was already thrown into a country where he didn't speak the language. Finnegan didn't need to be added any stress on the poor thing.

Finnegan blinked at the gesture. He will never turn down ice cream, even if it was coming from a man in a scary van, then he would just take it and run. Finn’s love of the frozen dairy was a little bit unhealthy. Taking his spoon/straw combo that his milkshake came with, he nabbed a bit of the slightly green ice cream and set it on his tongue humming in ecstasy. “Everything she makes is homemade and delicious.” Finn might have said with a full mouth.

“You get to ask the first question then.” Finn waved his spoon/straw as he brought up his foot and sat it on his knee. He wanted to get comfortable; Q and A was always the best part of meeting someone new.

Finnegan grinned and bent down to grab a photograph that was in his backpack. It was a little old and had been folded a few times with the edges bending a little bit. In the picture there was a family, the parents, three older sons a daughter and her husband holding two children, a younger looking boy playing with a toddler off to the side. Finn laughed a bit as he placed the photo on the table.

“This is my family. Or least it was five years ago. Since then they have had another little squirt. That makes four little buggers, and I think my sister might keep going until she gets a girl.” Finn laughed, four to none her sister has four boys the oldest one only a year or two behind Finn himself. “They are all really older then I am, my eldest brother and I are twenty two years apart.” Scratching his neck he smiled down at the picture and then looked up at Dante.

The smile might have gotten a little sad as he listened to Dante’s parents but he grinned when he mentioned his cousin. “Dude, half the town I lived in were related to me, cousins, second cousins and so on. It was quite odd, hardly anyone to date.” Finn joked and patted Dante’s arm from across the table.

“Rambling is therapeutic, and I am the one who wanted to know things about you, it would be rude of me not to want to listen to anything that you have to say.” Setting his elbows on the table he set his chin down on his hands as he kept on talking. “Family doesn’t have to be blood, though I have plenty of them, but I would like to think of Ashton as the little brother I never had or something like that. He is totally a month younger then I am.” Finn might have grinned stupidly as he looked back to see his roommate attempt to talk his manager into something that involved a lot of flailing and wild hand gestures.

Finn’s breath exploded in a laugh, not that he was looking at Dante as he licked the ice cream off his fingers or anything, he was totally paying attention to the conversation. Really. “Yeah! Dude, I think I have eaten enough instant meals to have enough sodium take me through the rest of my life.” Tilting his head he glanced around the court to look at all the people. His hand itched but he wasn’t in the mood to draw any of them. He was totally getting his paints out when he got home. “Home cooked meals are the one thing that I miss the most.”

“My birthday is January 5th.” Finnegan grinned, “I turned nineteen earlier this year and it actually snowed on my birthday. It was only kind of awesome.”

“It is kinda large isn’t it? A lot of people in my town had huge families so I didn’t think it was so strange until I moved here and people only have one or two siblings if even that.” Scratching the back of his head Finn tried not to smile at Dante’s story or you know, actual ask how someone could confuse him for a girl. His voice may not have been this uber deep tenor but it was still very male.

Flailing his hand around (the one not holding the milkshake, that is a disaster that Finn never, ever, wants to repeat) he explained while staring at his roommate as he almost got thrown into the fry container. “I have concluded that by and large most girls, well I should say people, aren’t worth getting into a relationship with.” Shrugging because that kinda sounded horrible and pessimistic. “I mean, I just really don’t want to get invested in something that was never going to last in the first place. Why go out with people in high school if after that year you are never going to talk to them again?”

Taking a final sip of his milkshake and trying not to pout (because the pout might work on Ashton, but he doesn’t want Dante to get him another one just because he is a starving college student by definition) he glanced over at his roommate and grinned. “Yeah. He is always like that, unless you throw an instrument at him, then he get so intense. It’s really kinda scary. Though it is one of the reasons I asked him to teach me piano and not get lessons from the school.”

Sixteen. Dante was sixteen and he almost, sorta, kinda invited him for a dinner that he would never cook. Only quick thinking and automatic suppression of the blush reflex saved him from doing something embarrassing. Like calling him ‘kid’ or ‘jailbait’. Again. Even if just in his head.

Fidgeting with the notebook on his lap Finnegan smiled. “I only know how to cook small meals but I usually don’t have the time or the right supplies so I usually just grab something on the way back from class. There are a bunch of cool places to eat here.”

Finn stuck his tongue out at Dante in digust. “Summer is too humid and gross for me. It makes my hair do some crazy things. Like afros. Not cool.” Wincing at the reminder and patting down his poor blond hair.

“Don’t worry,” Finn bubbled. “You will find the bandwagon soon enough. Everyone wants to be taller, shorter, faster, stronger, or just plain not-them-er. Be happy about who you are!” Towards the end of the sentence Finnegan may or may not have raised a fist with a twinkle in his eye. Maybe. He will deny it in a court of law though.

This time Finn let the blush come, ‘cause the kid was just so earnest. “We might have to have jam session some time then. Ashton knows this awesome dude who can kill people with the sound of his guitar. It will be a mash of piano, guitar and flute and it will kick a**.” Finnegan grinned and leaned across the table to give his point across.

“Fries and cheeseburger are important for the diet but they are not the only yummy things in this big wide world young Dante. You have much to learn about the streets of Tokyo.” Finnegan tried to do an intimation of a Jedi, but he knew he failed when he cracked a smile towards the end.

“The only thing I enjoy in the summer is no school and being able to laze about in the air conditioning.” Finnegan sniffed and scrunched up his face. “Believe me, an afro does not make me look like anything but a demented pompom.”

Finnegan smiled brilliantly at Dante “I never thought of anything like that. I was just never allowed to think poorly of myself because my siblings were kinda crazy and never allowed me to learn how to mope properly.” Shrugging he crinkled his nose at Dante, “You also know how to make someone feel better, throwing out all these nice words.”

“Ashton’s friend, his name is Rodney and he’s Australian and awesome, can totally make people fall in love with the sound of his guitar. It is totally insane.” Finn bounced in his chair as he explained. “We are in the middle of midterms at the moment, so they don’t have as much free time, but in a few weeks there should be enough time for a jam session.” He didn’t know why he was telling Dante this, but the kid was so earnest in wanted to hear him (and see the super awesome samurai drawing he had tucked into his book. He needed to remember to give that to him before they went their separate ways, and maybe his phone number but he wouldn’t bite off more then he could chew).

Finn’s eyes lit up, totally ignoring that he was being laughed at. He loved talking about food, not that people would think that by looking at him. He is kind of a skinny dude. “There is this place right near my apartment that serves breakfast twenty-four hours and then there is this place near where I work that I can always get half price on all the noodles and beef I can eat because I ate their Jumbo Special in under five minutes. It was amazing.” Bouncing in his chair a little Finn placed the sketch book on the table so it wouldn’t fall off or anything. “And there are soo many coffee and tea shops that have all these yummy little things to eat-“ Finnegan stopped himself and coughed when he realized that he might have been ranting a little bit.

“When it gets hot is to best not to move too much. Then you won’t drown in your own sweat.” Finn nodded to himself as stared at Dante with his chin resting on his fist. “I don’t think a tan would do you too much justice.” He replied honestly. “I find that I like people better if they don’t actively go and try to get a tan but just get one while they are working or hanging out in the sun.”

Poking his own pale skin he gave Dante a small smile. “Plus I kinda become more like a lobster when I go outside for any amount of time, tis the curse of the Irishman.” Flopping onto the table was totally necessary for the dramatization of the sentence.

“Exams were created by the gods to make sure that us mortals didn’t have too much fun boogieing on their earth.” Finn explained from his sprawl on the table top. “This is actually quite comfy.” He said with amazement, maybe he should just take a nap when he waits for Ashton to get off work. That would do wonders for his sleeping habits. Naps are only sort of awesome.

But now was not the time for awesomeness. Now was the time to see if he could drag Dante to the art store that he has been eyeing all week. There were some pastels with his name on it, or at leas they would by the end of the day. “You sure that you don’t have anywhere you need to be?” Glancing at his watch Finn noticed that they haven’t been hanging out for that long, which rocked since it meant that he might be able to spend more time with the kid.

“Pictures?” Finn purked up from his slouch on the table (even if it was horribly comfortable) at the mention about what Dante did for a living. “Dude, sweating is only awesome if you are doing something to work it up,” waving his hands about to explain something or other Finnegan continued, “Like soccer or running around or manual labor. But just sitting there and sweating buckets is not a pleasant experience.”

Finnegan grinned at Dante and just twitched when he was poked, this table was almost sinful in his ability to flop on it. Maybe he will try to get Ashton to steal one for the apartment. That would be awesome. “I have the belief that if you give me enough time I can fall asleep anywhere. School is an awesome example, gym class was always entertaining.” Finnegan said with a secret smile.

“We were going to go watch me act like an idiot with art supplies remember?” Finnegan rolled his eyes lovingly at Dante when he put his phone away he had the urge to check his now, but he would resist until he had those pastels in his hand. Then he could brag to his brothers until the told him to stop talking about paints like they were high class porn. Those were always the most entertaining conversations.