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Far from what the twins had experienced last time they had encountered Zeven, the boy was a bright sunny spot on a gray sidewalk. He was side by side with a white haired boy, seemingly enjoying himself throughly. He had a bag of potato wedges with him, still hot by the grease spots on the bag. "Here, Davi," he said, handing the younger boy one. Though he'd just been made aware of Davion's peculiar ability to become human at will, he was taking it in stride. And, it seemed, he got along better with the kid much better than he did the rat. Weasel. Ferret, whatever.

Anyway, he was showing Davi around the park. It wasn't that they hadn't taken the ferret to the park before; he'd been there twice, once to help with fortunes, and once when he'd been released from whatever Selene had kept the guardians in. Zeven avoided bringing that up, to avoid hard feelings. "And you know the fountain, of course--" he pointed it out, grinning. "Those girls sure seem to like seeing you dance." He poked at Davi's side in order to get the other boy to smile.

This was nice. It was like having a younger brother. He was glad they were starting to get along, especially since most of the time, Davion masqueraded as his boyfriend's pet. "There's a vendor down that way, that's where Miniata and I first met! And the merry-go-round there, that's where Ametrine attacked--" Zeven pointed the merry go round out, glancing over at the younger boy. "We'll go on that later." Maybe Rhys was right; Davion wasn't so bad, not once you gave him a chance. He'd been quiet and wide eyed most of this day trip, which Zeven found strange. The ferret, at least, seemed to never stop talking.

"Want to take a break?" He asked, glancing at Davi. He gestured to the benches alongside the path. He noticed the twins, and hesitated. Were they really the sort of people he wanted to expose Davi to? He shook his head, clearing that thought away. What was he thinking? Davion wasn't really a kid, was he? He'd been trapped in that vortex for who knew how long. He could take care of himself. He was just about to mention the twins to the younger boy, when he noticed Davion had left his side.

The guardian had wedged himself between the twins, studying each with a thoughtful expression. "You guys look bored," he said, after a moment. "Come play on the swings with me. My friend promised to take me on the merry go round later, too. Want to join? It'll be fun!"

Zeven half expected them to refuse the offer. After all, he'd invited them on a walk once; he was surprised to hear both of them give consent. He moved closer to the bench, in case the three began to argue. Ugh, hadn't anyone taught Davi not to talk to strangers? He supposed not. When they'd thought Davi was just a magical talking ferret, they'd encouraged him to dance for strangers.

He'd have to talk to Rhys about that. Dancing for strangers, as a kid, would have been concerning.

"I'm Davion," Davi announced, beaming at each twin in turn. "But you can call me Davi, everyone else does.That's Zeven," he pointed to his companion, with a smile. "Great! So you'll come?" He took a hand from each twin and stood. It seemed he wasn't going to hesitate in getting to the swings. "Let's go!" He tugged on Isaac's hand, turning to glance at him. "Let's race. I bet I can get to the swings before you!"

Davi ran, and didn't seem to mind that he was losing. He laughed all the same, chasing after Issac. "I'm gonna beat you!" he cried, still running towards the swings. Instead, though, he simply strove to catch up with Issac. "Yay! Maybe we'll tie. Want to tie?" Slightly breathless from running, the boy slowed and came to a stop.

Zeven looked up at the question, and gave a sheepish sort of smile. "Er. Sort of. He's my boyfriend's pet." That'd be hard to explain, but. There it was, the truth. "I'm just watching him for a while."

It was Zeven's turn to stare. He hadn't thought anything of his statement, and now he regretted it. He was about to say he'd been joking, that Davion was really his boyfriend's little brother, but Weston said he knew what he was talking about. Huh. Was this kid a senshi? An acolyte? Whatever he was, he knew about guardians. That alarmed him. "I'll remember that," he said. He would, too. Already an acolyte knew his true identity, he didn't want to give himself away again. "Thanks."

Davion beamed, moving to Issac's side. "Really?" he asked, delighted. He wrapped his arms around Issac, hugging him.