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Alexander was a half and half on fireworks. He definitely liked the idea of them and the gatherings around them, but big noises overhead? Not a big fan of that part. Still, he had let himself come down to the pond to watch all the same, staying behind as it had cleared out to let the ringing in his ears die down some before heading out.

As he was starting to think it was time to go, a bright pink flash illuminated the sky. His jaw tensed as he readied himself for the surprise burst, and stayed tense for a long moment before it relaxed. Where was the noise? Were his ears doing worse than he thought? No, he heard everything else just fine...

His eyes looked after the light, following down the trail. Where did that lead to? It was a fireworks trail, but surely it.... lead somewhere. That made sense to him. He started off towards it without hesitation or notice, leaving the path in the effort of a straight line.

He hadn't noticed how far he had gone until he realized he had somehow gotten a hunting partner, his eyes flicking over to his fellow on the trail.

"Uh.... Weird light too, huh?" Smooth, Alex. Smooth.

Alexander was, by all regards, a seemingly normal human; minus the height and size, the six-and-a-half foot thing stood out among most humans, but otherwise, normal. Simple sweats and sandals covered the man, nothing descript or identifying on them; nike wasn't exactly uncommon. His smile was genuine though as it turned to Fafnir, his eyes, clearly taking in the horns and robes, never squinted or hardened. It looked as if the stranger was looking at his old friend who he had just caught up with.

Perhaps deep down there was something? If it was, it was far, far down.

"Oh uh," Alexander said with a blink as he looked around. He spun almost fully, stopping just before losing sight of Fafnir from the corner of his eyes and returned to facing. "I guess I didn't even notice. Guess it's good we ran into one another, so we're not alone."

He nodded towards Fafnir's horns, smiling at them. "Those are nice, foam or wood? I have a Diablo cosplay I'm trying to finish, but I can't get the horns to have that kind of texture."

Alexander kept up that smile as Fafnir shifted closer, gaze dancing between the horns and the face of the man. He gingerly accepted the headband to inspect it, pulling it close in lieu of the light to try and identify it.

"Maybe a sanded plastic, I hear some people do that. Maybe I can search the crafter... Would you mind if I took a picture?" He looked back up to Fafnir, raising an eyebrow as his other hand reached for his phone.

"I'm relatively new, you could say. I've lived in the city for almost four months or so now, but I had been really busy at work until about now. I'm trying to get out more, you know? Probably wouldn't remember me unless you've been to court lately," he laughed, shrugging to Fafnir.

It was the truth, for the most part. Beyond the occasional sighting at his complex's gym, Alexander had been trapped in legal reclusiveness until recently. The way the big man bounced back and forth on his feet slightly as he talked may have given the impression that he had been in that reclusive state for too long for personal comfort.

"I'm sorry, I'm Alex, by the way," he said at the last moment, looking to Fafnir apologetically.

Alexander's hand stopped as Fafnir explained the secrecy, returning back to his front without question.

"Oh, I understand. Wouldn't want to cause trouble for you or your crafting friend." He nodded with a grin, shrugging lightly. "Give them my complements next you see them though."

His eyes flicked down to the grip on his wrist, glancing back up to Fafnir as he gave his name. He'd let it be, it was an honest reaction to defending a friend's secret, of course. "That's a very pretty name."

Something tinged in the back of Alexander's mind, far, far away from his consciousness. The dormant soul of a senshi shuddering at the sensation of draining, but far beneath the conscious notice of Alexander. A small yawn escape his mouth, catching the man by surprise. "Oh, sorry. Guess it must be later than I thought." The best a dormant starseed could do to give an impression, even if it wasn't noticed as such.

Fafnir had only drained a trickle, and from what he pulled on it seemed like there was a vast amount left; big man, big energy they say. Alexander didn't seem phased by it, beyond the yawn, and just looked at the man as he leaned closer. With a little surprise, but a small little smile of his own, Alexander leaned in reply.

"So, do you come to this park often?" Smoooooth.

Alexander's voice, a deep rumble by comparison to the velvet of Fafnir's, rolled out a small hum in response. "I guess it is rather nice and quiet here. All this time, I haven't noticed another soul pass by us. Probably wouldn't see someone even if we were here for another hour or so," he said with a wink. Just a little bit of boldness, for the moment.

Alexander spun his hand at Fafnir's turning, smiling at the fingertip brushes. There was a roughness to the hands, harsh grooves that played along the lines of his palms, in contrast to the relatively gentle career of lawyer. His thumb on the hand being held at the wrist turned, rubbing small circles along Fafnir's wrist in response.

"No one at home, no one to wonder where I've been all night," he said with a small shrug. "I should wonder the same about you though. No one going to call you in concern?"

The slow drain was working, whether by the man being oblivious, or just too focused on the topic at hand. He didn't look tired though, or at least he was pushing back the tiredness with a tinge of excitement and the idea he'd need his energy soon.

His eyes didn't hint at it at least, as they focused on Fafnir, glinting at him.

"I do aim to impress," he said with a smirk that drooped just a bit lower than it had before. "And I like that we agree in both of us having a spot of good luck tonight."

Alexander drew his arms in a little, but slowly to try and draw Fafnir in closer. His eyes kept up their glint, even if dulling a little, as he made the attempt at proximity. He may have begun feeling more tired than he expected, but he wasn't planning to let that spoil anything. What was the point of all that jogging and hiking if you couldn't keep going when it got a little tough?

"Guess you could say I have a bad habit of work-life balance. Or used to, at least. Trying to turn over a new leaf, be better about having me time. Or we time, if someone comes along, hm?" He winked at the last bit, the half-question he let linger in the air.

"I think there is a bench not far from here, if memory serves. Unless you'd prefer a more comfortable seat like a sofa." A little more boldness, as a treat.

"It is a lovely night," Alex hummed in reply.

Looping his arm as he shifted, Alex moved to stand beside Fafnir and offer the crook of his arm in the walk. Careful to not break that point of contact between fingers and his arm. Part of him liked that strange sensation of drowsy but excited he was feeling. He didn't know why it was happening, given the two seemed at odds, but it was interesting. He just hoped it was Fafnir and not having mixed up some medication or something earlier.

Deeper, far deeper within his soul, something screamed at him to strike and defend. To crush this creature between their fingers and turn upon the next. But that voice was very buried, and nothing more than a muffle at the back of an already sleepy consciousness.

With an odd looking sluggish pep in his step, Alex made the way towards the bench he had mentioned. It was further than he thought initially, or it had just been a slow walk. Was it uphill? Maybe that's why he was getting more tired. Regardless, he was thankful for a seat when they reached the bench, twisting around and dropping into it with a sigh. The bench groaning slightly under his bulk and size.

One hand stayed with Fafnir as Alex had spun and sat, leaving fingers gingerly placed against his skin, tender tugs forward with fingertips. The seat next to him was plenty of space, but Alex's lap had been left freely open by coincidence. Surely, coincidence.