Noah Greenwood

🌊 - enjoy a swim/water sports activity

"I'm not sure when I ever gave you the impression I would be a good Navigator, Frank. Honestly, I have just been sat here, doing my bit and enjoying the views." Noah admitted sheepishly because he'd been good at using the paddles when told but his mind had definitely been wandering to the scenery and the calm nature of the activity. "Should we rock paper scissors for it?"

"I’d argue you’re not much different from me, especially in that respect,” Bentley put to him with a little smile. “Second best? I know it’s no competition but now my curiosity’s admittedly been piqued. I won’t pry however.”

"It's nothing quite so as interesting as you might think." Noah stated with a little smile on his face but for Noah it had meant everything. "Not much different from you? That's a big compliment too."

"Not the kind of sign I was really thinking of. My mind was a little bit more inventive." Noah informed Theo with a shrug of his shoulders. "Is a spitting feature for anyone, actually?"

"Understandable," Lucy nodded. "However if it really doesn't get any better, please consider getting a proper check up. Ringing in your ears is never a good sign after all." She paused before giving a little nod, "Sorry– I'll lay off the hypochondriac's lament of it all."

"Alright, I'll remember that." Even if he had no intention of doing so, he respected Lucy enough to at least seem like he would comply if he needed to. "I suppose that's to be expected with what you do."

"There's no right nor wrong way to go about that but there is unfortunately no easy way," Trinity replied truthfully do the other. "I mean I feel like it just takes time and experience. You need to make the choice to look at things more positively and everything will fall into place from there."

"That sounds like life in general." He admitted, wishing sometimes it was not, but he liked to think that even though he really wished he didn't have the gift he did, that he wouldn't have been given it if he couldn't handle it. It was what he'd been told once and he tried to keep that firmly in his mind. "I am mostly positive. Sometimes it's so hard though."

"I definitely put their care and comfort over everything else," Sam confirmed with a smile and a nod. Not that she needed to be proving that to Noah or anyone, but she always did the most for her cats and the ones she was fostering. Same went for the animals she cared for at the Menagerie.

"I don't doubt that." Noah admitted without hesitation, knowing that there were very few people quite as caring as Sam, especially when it came to animals. "I'll have to come around some time and meet them all... that is if you don't mind. It's like a free cat cafe for me." He joked lightly.

"Aw come on, I'm not that bad," Lucy laughed, "I might just get your blood tested for more things than you had been anticipating," she added with amusement. "I'm glad you're good. The follow up does not comfort me but I should focus on the fact that you're okay right now."

Even the mention of blood managed to pull just that from his features a little bit and he gave a nervous laugh. "Yeah, well we're not there so we're all good. I'm sure it's nothing a rest wouldn't fix." He said with a shrug of his shoulders, already considering the fastest exit to make sure that it really didn't happen.

"That makes sense to me. Nothing and nobody is as cruel as humankind is," he replied quietly. "Do you know which breed of dog you'd be reborn as?" Gabe asked with a chuckle. "But being an animal in another life does sound rather nice."

Noah gave a little laugh at that. "Um, no though I do think that a better take on that one would come from outside opinions. I think we can be so inward facing sometimes that we don't always see ourselves for what we are. I'd imagine I'm some sort of soft, bright eyed dog though given how much people say I tend to be optimistic and endearing. I promise I'm not just trying to flatter myself with those statements though."

"I’m glad you see it that way because you’re confirming some positive things about yourself. This is a mentality I would love to see more of,” Lucy hyped up supportively.

"I'll try to bear that in mind so I don't disappoint you Luce." Noah responded with a warm smile as he held out his arms to offer a hug. He didn't want to assume that he just could even if they were friends. "You're one of those people I hope you know."

"Well... would you like some help nonetheless?" Bekah asked. Her fathers had raised her to look out for the underdog so to speak. "Even if being clumsy is in your nature, it doesn't mean you don't need a hand every now and again."

Noah was about to turn down the offer again but he noted the fact she was being genuinely helpful and he gave a smile before nodding his head. "Yeah, sure. Thank you. It does cut the work down by half." He admitted after a moment. "I guess I am just used to cleaning up after myself."

"I'm sure she's even more receptive under such loving guidance," Gabriel replied with a smile. The affection the young man had towards the animal and the respect that was returned. "They are, aren't they? I think they're worlds smarter than most people to be honest with you."

"I mean, I'd say that for any animal really. Do you know that humans are pretty much the only species that fight and kill for the sake of it. Animals do it to protect and for food." He gave scout a scratch behind the ear. "I think I'd like to come back as a dog or well... any sort of animal really."

"I suppose it's the healer or the worrier in me. Honestly those two go hand in hand," Lucy laughed when he'd asked her if she went to the worst possible option. "I'm glad to know that you're okay though."

"If I ever need a healer I might not come to you. I could end up with an operation instead of a band aid." Noah teased his friend lightly, though he was very aware of just how talented she was at her job. "Yeah, I'm good. I've had far worse."

"It's very sweet that you think so highly of me, Noah. It doesn't go unappreciated. If anything, it feeds that inner Gryffindor ego of mine a bit," Frank mentioned with a chuckle. "Sure you can. Thank you, bud."

"Awesome! Give me a minute." Noah always became enthusiastic when he could help or do something for people he cared about. He felt like Frank did so much for him, it was nice when he could give him something back, small as it was. He returned in not to long with some form of drink as he handed it over to the man. "I thought you should try this one."

"It seems that New Years Eve attracts some of the biggest crowds. Even more than Halloween," Lucy mused, enjoying the feeling of finally being outside for a bit. "Ringing?" he looked to her with concern. "Ugh, are you alright? Is that something that happens for you often?"

"It's just because it was so loud in there. I think your ears just need to adapt afterwards." He shrugged his shoulders, seeming unconcerned by the situation. "Do you always jump to the worst possible option?" He asked with a soft laugh a moment later.

"I guess that is a fair point that you raise," Frank considered with a light chuckle. "I wouldn't put myself as the hero however. Feels a little self-centered," he then mentioned. "Is that so? Well that sounds promising then."

"I know you wouldn't but I mean. You kind of are. In so many ways." But Noah wasn't surprised that Frank didn't see that about himself, because he always just did what he felt was right and good. They didn't seem like heroic feats to the older man. "Can I get you one?"