Reggie

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Oh boy, he was a professor! Now she really felt bad. She wanted to make a good first impression, after all. "I'm Selene Winters. I'll be starting at PrideU in the fall, actually. I just got to town."

She thought about her failed college experience last fall. All the professors were so kind and patient with her, but she just had so much going on with her powers that she didn't know how to balance with her course work. Hopefully that wouldn't be a problem again, or she could become a part-time student if needed.

"What do you teach? Maybe I'll wind up in your class."

However, Selene didn’t seem like the type to explode on him so he offered some comfort.

night bloom

"All the time, huh?" Antoine shook his head sadly. "That's terrible. It's no fun havin' a bad day, but havin' a bunch of them just isn't fair." How interesting. Maybe this one could be a potential candidate for his true business, not just the one he advertised openly. "Bet you wish those bad days wouldn't come so often, hmm?"

"I guess not," Jeremy smiled politely. Time moved on, and there were plenty of people who struggled with the fact that environmentalism was often poorly funded - although the situation was slowly improving. "My parents both work in environmental protections actually," he explained.

"They work for DevTech," Jeremy added. "Dad's in research and Mum's in project management." So there were plenty of people out there doing their best.

“ S-S-Sorry about that…” Reggie told Jermey. “ I-I-It was one of those heat of the moment things… ya know…”

This was looking up though; the guy didn't come off as overly weird outside of being twitchy, he clearly wanted to talk but kept getting hung up about it and Martin was a highly disarming and approachable person, and he could do something Ren lacked the basic capacity to be as enthusiastic about; talk about things that grew.

Ren's interest in the idea largely revolved around plants they could eat, which wasn't even a fraction of what Martin's curiosity covered.

"Well, if he doesn't show up for a while today he's usually here," they added; they weren't going to do anything as intrusive as give a stranger Martin's phone number but if they could convince the guy to come back around again? It wasn't entirely intrusive.

At least he hoped.

Riley let the silence hang for a moment, curious if he was going to speak first, before murmuring "I'm Riley, by the way. Nice to meet you." It felt wrong not to at least introduce themself.

They wondered briefly what Nick would think about this as a community-seeking activity. Would this count? Riley sure hoped so. This seemed to be about the level of comfort that their new companion was seeking for now.

“ Oh, umm, I’m Reginald Bushroot! Nice to meet you too Riley.” Reginald replied trying to figure out what else he should say to the stranger.

As he continued to think about what to say, the silences grew louder and louder. It like impending doom was coming! However, he knew he had to say something.

She'd been jogging on the Unicorn Trail, and this weirdo creep was doing something weird and creepy with plants, as weirdo creeps were wont to do.

“The flowers make me happy…” Reggie finally admitted; “ They understand me and Don judge me for interacting with them! Unlike some others!” He continued before taking a breath. “ besides, I’m not harming anyone!”

Shere had not had the, fortunate or otherwise, opportunity to work with one Reginald Bushroot as of yet. They'd crossed paths on more than one occasion, working in the same department as one does, but no courses had overlapped.

Until now. And, well, Shere was rather excited about it.

Truth be told, he'd not had the forethought to talk about native wildlife to winged creature habitats in quite a long time. People, more often than not, were uninterested in the habitats themselves. But the creatures? Oh, they earned more than just fascination.

Which is why he had phoned Reginald at his office one day and cooked up this idea. And it was why, too, he was lugging every book he had on winged creatures and their habitats to a back table in a secluded corner of the library - so neither Sylvia nor Barley (though the former was far more likely than the latter) would yell at them for getting...shall we say too animated.

The other man's arrival makes Shere grin slightly and he stands, offering out his hand as he, as always, juggles his cane to keep his balance.

Thankfully, they did share a common interest in nature; which was always a bonus in Reginald’s book.

He wasn’t a fan of being overheated and he hated sweating. He hated how gross I’m made him feel, fortunately those days were over.

Although there was a downside to this, his new arch enemy, the cold weather. To some this may sound silly, but, it always made him sluggish.

But, that was far from now, there was still warmth in the air. So, off to the park he went.

As he sat in his usual spot, he couldn’t help but notice someone struggling! Usually, he would ignore whoever was in need; however, there was a little voice telling him to go help the whoever was struggling.

So, off he went to lend a hand.