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Her footsteps are heavy on the pavement, finding an excuse to be loud now that the train and its noise has passed and the track empty. Dressed up in a faux-vintage flapper get-up, modernized in the shape but still echoing the appeal of a flattered female shape with all mystery still in tact, Madeline lets out a small sound of relief to see that the platform isn't empty, so the recently departed train isn't the one she needed to catch.

Coming to a stop only by smacking his nose into his mother's thigh, Taig looks as though his arm would have been yanked clear out of its socket had they needed to actually speed up and catch that train. He drops a blackened hand from his mother's grip and rubs his nose while back peddling a few steps.

He hated being pulled around like that. Either carry me or let me walk by myself, he would insist, if diction would lend him so many words at once!

"Oof!" Taig exhales, not so nonchalant about collisions as the other boy seems to be. "Hay, be careful," he scolds, now rubbing his arm in exaggeration, having forgotten all about his nose.

Madeline turns on her heel, scanning the platform for a friendly face, and comes upon David. She brightens instantly into a wide smile and waves a paper-clenched hand at him to flag him down as she approaches.

"Sorry to be a bother," she begins with an apology, her blue eyes darting over her shoulder at the tracks. "But, I was wondering if you could tell me, am I in the right place?" She doesn't wait for permission before shoving the papers under his nose.

Adjusting his oversized glasses, Taig begins smoothing down one of his twitchy ears while watching the other out of the corner of his eyes. Surely, he isn't subtle in his people watching, as his already large eyes are magnified by the lens of his spectacles. "What you doing?" he inquires lightly, trying to seem fairly disinterested.

"Hmm." Maddy considers this, tapping her papers to her lower lip as she often does when thinking, and gives him a now grateful smile. "Okay then, I'll stay right here!"

She seats herself down right next to him, despite the obvious length of the bench providing plenty of room, though she seems to do this in the most innocent way possible. She leans on her palms, humming a nondescript tune..

While the finger folding meant nothing to him in the way of mathematics, Taig is certainly impressed that the other boy seemed to know exactly when the train would come by, and timed it with his fingers. Forgetting all proprieties, Taig shoots forward and takes Aaron's hands, examining them for some sort of trick or concealed device like the silly magician his mom once took him to see. (Stupid guy. Who was he fooling? Certainly not him.)

"How you do that??" the honey haired deer child demands, unsatisfied with his findings of empty hands.

Maddy stretches, curving her back and loosening her shoulders. Just happening to have caught her company's line of sight, she falls back onto her arms, her shoulders now raised up against her jawline, and tilts her head in the direction of the boys.

"The fawn's mine," she explains with bubbly pride, eyes crinkled beneath her hat. "Well, he's with me, anyway. Didn't have him myself, if that's not obvious."

A bright, orange striped tail coils itself around her right arm, as if playing up the obvious differences. She turns to David. "And the feathery one, is he with you?"

Taig's lower lip juts out and he squints slightly to try and comprehend what the other is telling him about the trick. Head? His head showed him how..?

It seemed his little lost in thought moment left him vulnerable, for next he knew, his tiny, nubby beginnings of horns are being manhandled by his company. He glares up from over his glasses, though his look of disapproval is much more comical looking than the poor tot would have hoped, especially in light of his oversized glasses.

"No," he grumbles, pushing on the undersides of Aaron's arms to try and pry him free, "Those mine. They dun come off."

Glancing down at her papers, Maddy assures herself that the train hasn't ditched her, and is, in fact, coming. She looks up at David from under the rim of her hat, and tilts her head with a sly, knowing smile.

"First one, hmm?" she croons, giving him the one-over before smiling out at the tracks. "I could smell it all over you, hehe!"

Taig lets out a scream, which breaks Maddy's smile into a concerned line, until said scream curls at the end into laughter. She relaxes back in her seat as her toddler squirms backwards in recoil from the unforeseen attack. This means war! he decides as his large ears flop against his cheeks from the movement.

"Is that so?" Maddy tilts her head, intrigued, and wills him to go on. "You live locally, then, or are you on your way back? 'Cause as it seems, our boys have taken to one another preeeetty well..!"

She laughs through the last part of her sentence, covering her mouth with a cupped hand.

Taig, not one for catching subtleties.. or even things that should be pretty obvious to him, charges ahead into the waiting arms of his new feathered buddy. "Arrrr!!" he growls meekly, thrashing his head with no effect, especially since his horns are little rounded nubs, nevermind blanketed in hair.