Patch: -sits on the parkbench, legs crossed and swinging, fingering a ring between his hands as snow falls around him-

Owen:: -curses at his short sleeve shirt and thin jeans- Damn, weather.... damn winter.... -glances around as he walks in the snow. Once he spots Patch he gets a grin on his face- Ah, what do we have here? -walks over to the bench and jumps up on it.-

Patch: -glances up evenly, his gold eyes narrowing, ears flattening back as he pulls the ring into his palm- Hello... -calmly curious- I take it you don't like the snow?

Owen:: -gets a bit weary of how the other flattens his ears back- Heh, how'd you guess? -kidding of course- Uh, what's that you've got there? -leans over close to see what he has in his palm-

Patch: -uncertain at first at the other's boldness. He sniffs the air, decides that the stranger is a good guy, and holds out his hand, palm up. On his palm lies a tiny gold ring with a single icy diamond- A ring... -smile tugs at his lips, ears pricking back up, his bushy tail curled around him- What brings you out into the cold with no coat? -headtilt-

Owen:: -eyes the jewelry- Ah, and a pretty little ring it is. -tilts his head just as patch does in a mocking sort of way- Heh, well... I uh... I don't know. I just like less clothing. I guess I should really learn to put more clothes on this time of year, though. -looks around at the snow- Uh... so... I'm Owen. Owen Cadence. What's your name? -holds out his hand to shake-

Patch: -smiles- Thanks... It's for my...girlfriend. -feels a rush of warmth at the thought of Phoebe- Sometime. -lifts a brow- It's the middle of winter. It's like, 30 degrees out here and you're in a T-shirt. -chuckles- You need to invest in a coat. Phoebes makes me wear one... And gloves -wiggles his fingerless gloves- I'm Patch. Just Patch. -grins and takes Owen's hand- Nice to meet you. -slips the ring back into his pocket and stretches, hopping off the bench- Care to walk? Warms the blood and gets it flowing.

Owen:: -is interested in the idea of giving the ring to his girlfriend- What? Like.... you're going to get engaged or some crap like that? You're tied down, my friend? -slips off the bench at his offer to take a stroll- So who's the girlie?

Patch: Ah...no. Not...engaged, so to say. It's more of a promise ring... -chuckles- But...I suppose I am 'tied down' or so you say. Not such a bad thing -waggles a finger at him- Her name's Phoebe and she's...definitely one of a kind. -begins to walk, hands stuffed in the pockets of his coat, snowflakes mingling in his red hair before melting- For one, she fights with a nail-bat... Haha.

Owen:: -raises an eyebrow at his finger shaking- Ah, I see. Well, I think having a girl tellin' you how it is really isn't good for the soul. You need to be your own man. But hey, if it's cool for you then okay. -continues to listen and is surprised by the fact she fights with such a weapon- My.... that is something to be proud of I guess.

Patch: -grins- She's a hell of a fighter... -muses and smirks- Among other things... Besides, I don't mind her telling me what to do. -shrug- Without her, I'd still be wearing raggy clothes and living in a dumpster, so... It's an improvement. What about you? You're a free man, Owen? No tie downs?

Owen:: -smirks a bit at how Patch seems to melt at the thought of the female- Ah, I see. She saved you from poverty. Well, I guess that's a sure reason to love her. -runs his fingers up through his spiked up hair- Eh, no real tie does. I mean, there's this girl.... but... we have a few complications.

Patch: -gold eyes narrow slightly at Owen's smirk- No... I love her for who she is, not what she's given me... Sorry if that came out wrong. -bristles a little, then shrugs it off, rolling his shoulders to release tension- We're loyal to each other. Hence the ring. -ears perk- Complications? -waves an arm, expecting him to continue-

Owen:: Heh, ah... well then that's a rare thing you have there. Hold onto her. -kicks the snow as he walks, feeling his toes getting chilled through his shoes.- Eh, it's just that... she's sort of ... a kid. And she thinks things could work but.... I'm an old man compared to her. I don't know... it's... different I guess.

Patch: Ahh... Well if you love her, age shouldn't matter, in my opinion. How...much of a kid are we talking here? -a little skeptical- Like...cradle-robbing? Orrrr....

Owen:: -gasps at the question and shakes his head- No... no no nuuuu... Not that young. She's ... sixteen I think. But she... uh... well I talked with her about a few things that she needed out of her system. I helped her in a way, and I think she's chasing me because I did. I don't know.

Patch: -chuckles, covering his mouth with the back of his hand- I see. So you don't love her. It is complicated... -purses his lips and kicks at the snow- I think...you need to level with her. If you don't feel anything for her, it's not fair to keep her hanging. -places a hand on Owen's shoulder- That's my opinion, though.

Owen:: -nods and shrugs at the touch- But I don't want to hurt her. She's so darling. You have no idea. She's such a little spunky one. Really a great girl. If only she was ... older maybe? I mean... 16.... 22... that is quite a difference. Right?

Patch: -smiles and nods- It is... And there will always be an age gap. Even when she's 22, you'll be older, 28? Will age matter then? Are you both willing to wait it out?

Owen:: -sighs- Not what I meant.... I uh... like... if she was maybe 19 even. It'd be better than her being 16. -shrugs and gives a concerned look- Eh, things like this I shouldn't be worried about. I mean, usually I wouldn't be so why am I with her?

Patch: -tilts his head- Maybe you're afraid of hurting her? Which means you do like her, age difference or not -smiles- But I understand. I don't think I could sleep with a younger girl. I mean...that sounds vain, but... Oh boy. I like Phoebe. She's older than me, actually, and I like mature women I guess?

Owen:: -widens his eyes- Oh ********... I could NEVER do that. I mean, at least not with her. Not that I have never done it ... cause I have. I just.... heh, not with her. I never could bring myself too. -shrugs- I don't know... maybe I should just let her down slowly.

Patch: -chuckles- I see. It's up to you, ultimately. You have to follow your heart -pokes Owen's chest, above his heart, and grins- Maybe you need a pretty little girl who's your age and willing to...take those few extra steps.

Unfinished.