smoll pickpocket for all your needs

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“Hm. Very well. Do as you please.”

The spy places the empty glass back onto the kitchen counter. Instead of taking issue with it, he should probably just take the compliments and see what the boy ends up doing in the future. It’s not much and only natural in the beginning of a human relationship and he has granted Patch a compliment, too, after all. Trebor glances briefly at his wrist watch. He has spend quite some time here and is ready to leave the moment they take out the shirts from the dryer.

“Animals are not my strong point but I believe to know that foxes are hard to keep. Even easily domesticated animals can be a challenge. Get yourself a fox, but where would you keep it and how to feed it? The few recent memories I have emphasise my general impression of animals being just a nuisance to ones personal life.”

Listening to Trebor’s points about keeping a fox he giggled, “I could keep it here, in my flat! It’d be fun, yes? …or I could ask pimp imp to help me, he has land I could borrow and the girls would love it.” But he’d rather keep one in his place and not share more than anything, “I know some of the things they eat! Berries, fruit stuffs, meat, plant things…do you think they’d eat eggs from the store? Or would they be too cold by then to eat?” it couldn’t be that different from warm chicken eggs in chicken houses, they were just cold. And not baby chicken potential anymore.

He shrugs slightly. Trebor voiced his limited opinion and that is all. From here Patch can do what he likes and if he wishes to keep foxes in this flat then so be it.

The spy takes another look at Patch. The lad is not wearing the shirt right now but when it was mentioned Trebor cannot help to look at the place it was last seen.

“Hum. As said, it was a custom made shirt of high quality. Comfort is a natural expectation.”

Looking over the flat once more, Trebor decides to ask one more question before going back to the dryer.

“It is rather clean… do you do this yourself? Or do you have your friends clean it for you?”

They were so cute and fluffy and were like furry noodles, as he imagined both of them a laugh escaped him as he gestured at Trebor's tie before giggling. "You could even give them a tiny tie and shades!! You could be matching spy duo!! Awwww, just a scary spy and his fluffy noodle companion jumping out from his clothes." Tilting his head to coo playfully at the other in an amused and teasing manner, with his hands clasped together against his cheek. "What do you think? We could check out pet stores for the fluffy babies!"

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“Hm. Very well. Do as you please.”

The spy places the empty glass back onto the kitchen counter. Instead of taking issue with it, he should probably just take the compliments and see what the boy ends up doing in the future. It’s not much and only natural in the beginning of a human relationship and he has granted Patch a compliment, too, after all. Trebor glances briefly at his wrist watch. He has spend quite some time here and is ready to leave the moment they take out the shirts from the dryer.

“Animals are not my strong point but I believe to know that foxes are hard to keep. Even easily domesticated animals can be a challenge. Get yourself a fox, but where would you keep it and how to feed it? The few recent memories I have emphasise my general impression of animals being just a nuisance to ones personal life.”

Listening to Trebor’s points about keeping a fox he giggled, “I could keep it here, in my flat! It’d be fun, yes? …or I could ask pimp imp to help me, he has land I could borrow and the girls would love it.” But he’d rather keep one in his place and not share more than anything, “I know some of the things they eat! Berries, fruit stuffs, meat, plant things…do you think they’d eat eggs from the store? Or would they be too cold by then to eat?” it couldn’t be that different from warm chicken eggs in chicken houses, they were just cold. And not baby chicken potential anymore.

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“Hm. It’s often on the tags attached to the toys.”

Fabrics, joints, electrical content, plastic parts… all things playing a role in the question of what can be put into the washing machine. However, as a broken soft toy does not affect Trebor, he does not bother to explain more than that. If Patch loved the item so much he would probably not hesitate to ask Trebor (or his other friends) on how to clean it anyway.

With a slight sigh of resignation, Trebor moves away from the dryer. As long as he’s here, he cannot really shut Patch up so he might as well ask as much as he can.

“Ask what you like. In 10 minutes we take the two shirts out and hang them up. The rest can stay in.”

Trebor starts to move back into the kitchen for more water. He notes a big smile on Patch’s face as the younger man tries to understand what he meant. Unexpected and expected at the same time. People are easily confused, even disturbed when someone does not follow the social norms but Patch appears to operate on different expectations.

“There, you HAVE noticed that kindness begets kindness in return, at the very least, there is an expectation for it. I don’t care for that. Be as kind as you want to me, it will not make a difference in how I treat you in return. So yes, I hear you… but shall only respond if it’s something of meaning to me.”

“Can I put something that uses batteries in there or do I just put its flesh in? Is it possible for old toys to be destroyed by the machine and shouldn’t be put inside?” That was Patch’s main concern, the old ones were special and if something happened to them he would be completely ruined, at least with the battery ones he could try and fix them up. To distract from this worry Patch asked something he knew had to sound weird, “Can faux fur things go in the machines and is there a way to for me to come into possession of a fox? I want to hug one.” 

He’d gotten so close to success until the security guard passed by to check on the animals while patrolling. Just a few more minutes and he would’ve achieved his goal and there was more than one coming up to sniff at him too…Blinking as Trebor’s elaboration distracted him Patch hummed softly, were you supposed to act differently when complimented? When he was complimented he was happy in general if it had to mean something to Trebor maybe the other would be pleased if he complimented a different aspect? Like whatever skills the spy possessed, or something in that area. A cheesy grin was on his lips.

For a moment Trebor considers just leaving it at that but then continues to explain just a little more.

“Don’t wash anything that uses batteries, unless you can remove, for example, the soft cover from the item. Old items may break but it also depends on the condition of the item and the setting you choose to wash it. Foxes you can either steal from a zoo, catch them yourself or buy on the black market.”

Whether that is very legal he does not say. In fact, he is not really sure about that but suspects it not to be very legal. Fax fur can be washed in general, no need to say anything more about it.

Back in the kitchen, Trebor finds his glass and helps himself to some more water.

“What are you trying to achieve with your attempted compliments anyway? It is really not necessary.”

“I tried catching one but she bit me, then laid with me while I took a nap before leaving. Sometimes I visit with some meat and berries for her.” Patch hummed softly with the last option presented, “As for the black market...I’m not really, allowed, to go on websites or go places without my friend for either options. The one who doesn't know I'm a fire hydrant of blood, but I don’t think going there is necessary though.“ Hopefully, it wasn’t needed since he was already so close with the other foxes, or maybe he should and steal them all.

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“Hm. It’s often on the tags attached to the toys.”

Fabrics, joints, electrical content, plastic parts… all things playing a role in the question of what can be put into the washing machine. However, as a broken soft toy does not affect Trebor, he does not bother to explain more than that. If Patch loved the item so much he would probably not hesitate to ask Trebor (or his other friends) on how to clean it anyway.

With a slight sigh of resignation, Trebor moves away from the dryer. As long as he’s here, he cannot really shut Patch up so he might as well ask as much as he can.

“Ask what you like. In 10 minutes we take the two shirts out and hang them up. The rest can stay in.”

Trebor starts to move back into the kitchen for more water. He notes a big smile on Patch’s face as the younger man tries to understand what he meant. Unexpected and expected at the same time. People are easily confused, even disturbed when someone does not follow the social norms but Patch appears to operate on different expectations.

“There, you HAVE noticed that kindness begets kindness in return, at the very least, there is an expectation for it. I don’t care for that. Be as kind as you want to me, it will not make a difference in how I treat you in return. So yes, I hear you… but shall only respond if it’s something of meaning to me.”

“Can I put something that uses batteries in there or do I just put its flesh in? Is it possible for old toys to be destroyed by the machine and shouldn’t be put inside?” That was Patch's main concern, the old ones were special and if something happened to them he would be completely ruined, at least with the battery ones he could try and fix them up. To distract from this worry Patch asked something he knew had to sound weird, “Can faux fur things go in the machines and is there a way to for me to come into possession of a fox? I want to hug one.” 

He'd gotten so close to success until the security guard passed by to check on the animals while patrolling. Just a few more minutes and he would’ve achieved his goal and there was more than one coming up to sniff at him too...Blinking as Trebor's elaboration distracted him Patch hummed softly, were you supposed to act differently when complimented? When he was complimented he was happy in general if it had to mean something to Trebor maybe the other would be pleased if he complimented a different aspect? Like whatever skills the spy possessed, or something in that area. A cheesy grin was on his lips.

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“Try to pour the pure vinegar over the bloodied area directly. If it’s all over the shirt, I would place the shirt in a bowl of just enough water and add vinegar to it.”

As he speaks, Trebor takes the shirt and straightens it out to find the blood spots, then folds it up again to place it inside the bowl. He pours some vinegar into the cap of the bottle and then onto the stains.

“What else do you like to clean? A vinegar solution is great for many things. Come.”

Trebor scoffs a little at Patch’s compliment when he leaves the bowl behind. Coming around the counter he pushes the younger man by the shoulder back towards the washing machine. He didn’t come to get compliments, it is way to early for that.

The machine has stopped its program and the spy points at the small display.

His friends understood his attraction to soft things causing them to decide to gather them for when he came over, making washing up nosebleeds on such things a common event they handled. Patch blinked in surprise as he was pushed off the counter and back to the washing machine, head tilting with confusion as he studied at the spy’s face while they walked. Did he do something or was Trebor a man who didn’t like compliments?

Musing over Trebor’s response and face he suddenly let out a choked snort and gave the man a grin laced with disbelief, shock, and amusement. “Do you not like compliments towards you from new people? Or is this something else? Because if this is something else and I’m making you uncomfortable I will stop if you ask,” This was most likely not what was occurring but if Trebor was uncomfortable with it he would stop, there was a line in the sand somewhere and he didn’t want to make his friend leave.

“Yes. As simple as that. Once in, choose the second setting here and press start. My instructions are clear enough.”

He points at the button as he speaks.

“As for the vinegar treatment, it does work on other soft fabrics, also. Some soft toys are not washing machine safe but there can be other methods to remove blood stains from them. I allow you to contact me for one or two questions that might come up regardless.”

He may have ignored the question about compliments earlier but now, turning back round to face Patch again, he is willing to respond. He cannot say he took the trouble to say something about it in the past to other people but … he found the lad interesting and he would like to observe him a little more. And his associates might be of use eventually, too.

They'd likely assume he would try and learn if it was a flammable substance...was it a flammable substance? Mumbling to himself this new question, "Can I make a fire with it?" Perhaps tomorrow he'd figure it out, right now he was dealing with the dryer.

"What kind of soft toys can't go in the washing machine? Is that something they put on their tags like how clothing has them?" Curiously he tilted his head and blinked as his eyes peered up at Trebor, a twinkle in his eyes. "I take it these won't count as my one or two questions since you're already here with me." If they did count he could always hassle Trebor or ask one of the crew instead, but since Trebor was here right now so...it was now or never! Worst case scenario is the spy leaving and not coming back.

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“Try to pour the pure vinegar over the bloodied area directly. If it’s all over the shirt, I would place the shirt in a bowl of just enough water and add vinegar to it.”

As he speaks, Trebor takes the shirt and straightens it out to find the blood spots, then folds it up again to place it inside the bowl. He pours some vinegar into the cap of the bottle and then onto the stains.

“What else do you like to clean? A vinegar solution is great for many things. Come.”

Trebor scoffs a little at Patch’s compliment when he leaves the bowl behind. Coming around the counter he pushes the younger man by the shoulder back towards the washing machine. He didn’t come to get compliments, it is way to early for that.

The machine has stopped its program and the spy points at the small display.

His friends understood his attraction to soft things causing them to decide to gather them for when he came over, making washing up nosebleeds on such things a common event they handled. Patch blinked in surprise as he was pushed off the counter and back to the washing machine, head tilting with confusion as he studied at the spy’s face while they walked. Did he do something or was Trebor a man who didn’t like compliments?

Musing over Trebor’s response and face he suddenly let out a choked snort and gave the man a grin laced with disbelief, shock, and amusement. “Do you not like compliments towards you from new people? Or is this something else? Because if this is something else and I’m making you uncomfortable I will stop if you ask,” This was most likely not what was occurring but if Trebor was uncomfortable with it he would stop, there was a line in the sand somewhere and he didn’t want to make his friend leave.

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That no guards interrupted is odd. Fires and arson were not an uncommon occurence while he worked for the LAPD as Fulbright. Maybe it was not quite as big as Patch thinks it was, or there was nothing but the big wide empty beach around. Or just plain human oversight and laziness. Trebor shrugs and walks back into the apartment.

Since Patch already mentioned how he snuck into the washing machine before to sleep, Trebor can easily imagine him hiding in the dryer as well. In fact, he would be slightly surprised if Patch did not yet, as the dryer drum is much larger than the washing machine one.

As they go past the kitchen, the spy stops.

Drawing his arm back in the sleeve and out the bottom of his shirt he swapped hands keeping the tissue against his nose while freeing the other arm. Reaching up he pulled at the jewel under the shirt collar, holding it in-between his lips he spoke around it with a grin at Trebor. “You get to see me shirtless after all~!” Laughing as he tugged the shirt over his head to rest around his arm Patch dropped the jewel into his palm. 

“Hum. I see you are prepared.”

The sight of the utility belt draws a smirk onto Trebors lips.

“Ready to stab and get stabbed, huh? Well, are you ready to clean up the mess, too?”

Trebor extends his arm, asking for the shirt.

“If the whole shirt gets bloody do I soak the whole thing in vinegar?” Pulling the tissue away for a second he tried to look at his nose somehow before reaching up to gently tap at the space under his nose, glancing at his finger, red. It still felt like it might be oozing so he put the tissue back and continued pinching. He'd probably go on autopilot and forget he was holding it sooner or later

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That no guards interrupted is odd. Fires and arson were not an uncommon occurence while he worked for the LAPD as Fulbright. Maybe it was not quite as big as Patch thinks it was, or there was nothing but the big wide empty beach around. Or just plain human oversight and laziness. Trebor shrugs and walks back into the apartment.

Since Patch already mentioned how he snuck into the washing machine before to sleep, Trebor can easily imagine him hiding in the dryer as well. In fact, he would be slightly surprised if Patch did not yet, as the dryer drum is much larger than the washing machine one.

As they go past the kitchen, the spy stops.

Drawing his arm back in the sleeve and out the bottom of his shirt he swapped hands keeping the tissue against his nose while freeing the other arm. Reaching up he pulled at the jewel under the shirt collar, holding it in-between his lips he spoke around it with a grin at Trebor. “You get to see me shirtless after all~!” Laughing as he tugged the shirt over his head to rest around his arm Patch dropped the jewel into his palm. 

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“I hope for your own sake that you keep that luck of healing. You are in risk-enhancing company.”

Raising one hand, Trebor declines Patch’s offer to show him his scar(s). It does not really matter. He is now standing with his back to the door. The younger man is still balancing on the railing as he explains his medical condition and how to treat it. As long as he is prepared to deal with the situation, it is not much of Trebor’s concern.

When Patch’s nose starts to bleed, the spy notices straight away. The red on the young man’s light skin and clothes is easy to spot. It’s just a small drop that comes down and lands on his white shirt. Trebor quickly nods towards it with a hum.

“Yes. I shall show you how to use the dryer and then.. how to treat blood stains on your clothing. That one might be of particular use to you now that we know of your condition.”

His expression changes back to the neutral when he comments on the movies.

“Should I take this off now or later?” He felt a bit awkward peering up at Trebor with his head tilted down, but if he was remembering right he was supposed to do this. “Ah, my friend read up on what burns and explodes, and with my own knowledge and choice making we/I added two extra gasoline things to the bonfire.” He didn't think it was big enough was his judgment. “After we lit it up.”

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“I hope for your own sake that you keep that luck of healing. You are in risk-enhancing company.”

Raising one hand, Trebor declines Patch’s offer to show him his scar(s). It does not really matter. He is now standing with his back to the door. The younger man is still balancing on the railing as he explains his medical condition and how to treat it. As long as he is prepared to deal with the situation, it is not much of Trebor’s concern.

When Patch’s nose starts to bleed, the spy notices straight away. The red on the young man’s light skin and clothes is easy to spot. It’s just a small drop that comes down and lands on his white shirt. Trebor quickly nods towards it with a hum.

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Hmm, so Trebor saw it as there were reasons and gain. Paying attention to how Trebor saw relationships he nuzzled into the spy’s arm while thinking. “…if everyone makes a relationship for a reason and to get something from it, what are you getting from me? I haven’t done anything aside from getting you a pen.” Peering at him Patch hummed and smirked playfully, wiggling his eyebrows. “Or is this a long game thing and you know you’ll get more from me the longer I stick around you?” Waiting for a moment before he burst into laughter, “Nah I know you’ll get more by me whenever I start retrieving things.”                                       

Still, if he did think about it through Trebor’s eyes he could see where the logic of everyone taking advantage of each other came from. “Innocent happiness…is strange but I think, I know it exists. Like with kids when they don’t really think much in the art of, social climbing…usually.” Children were odd creatures but happy ones who loved talking about things with him, from school, animals in the zoo, food to how they believed he was Spider-man.                                              

“Quite true. It did cross my mind a couple of times before that some sort of… errand boy would be good for various exchanges with my contacts. You were simply there at the right time. And the longer I know you, the more I realise that you may have more potential than just running errands. However, do not confuse this with your relationship to the pimp. I have no intention to take you to the beach and rub sun screen all over you. I will do what is necessary to ensure your success in fulfilling my tasks. That is all.”

And that seems to be being able to sort out ones own laundry. For the time being, anyway.

As Patch retreats and pats his arm, Trebor’s eyes fixate on the lad’s hand for a moment. Patch certainly seems fond of physical contact, more than anyone Trebor works with. They all keep their distance and engage in just what is socially deemed acceptable in the work environment. But that Patch does not think of this as purely a professional association is already obvious.

“Heart failure? Is there a problem with your heart?”

In all honesty, Patch wasn’t expecting that from Trebor but it would be nice since ‘doing what is necessary,’ so he can get shit done for the spy meant he’d need to give him sunscreen to ensure Patch capable of doing anything and instead of being a lobster. As he took in the rest of what Trebor said he held back a cackle, how was teaching him laundry-? Well, it guaranteed he had no reason to show up naked anywhere…

He is referring to expecting Patch to know better than to sun bathe all day with his fair complexion.

“There is no reason for me to be concerned, if there is no task to be completed at such a location.”

Trebor turns around and steps back towards the balcony door. The washing machine should be done in 2 minutes. When Patch answers his questions about a heart condition mentioning a different kind of issue, the spy stops, keeping his hand on the door handle.

“Hemophilia? And you found out about it only… then?”

With his eyes he looked for the remains of the stab wound even through Patch’s layers of clothing.

“Not an insignificant factor to calculate into your missions complexity and rate of success. What precautions do you now take?”

Trebor does not expect other people to be immortal beings… but they should have a certain constitution to be fit for the task. This condition might mean saying an early goodbye to his new errand boy. The lad already was involved in ONE stabbing, there is the greater likelyhood that he will be in ANOTHER. After all, Trebor’s work is most often at the verge of being detected and he himself then threatened with violent consequences. This does extend to his associates as well, unfortunately.

“To be honest though, we didn't know if it just felt that way or if something was up but since it was a small cut we just got a Band-Aid and thought maybe my blood's just, thinner? or we were just seeing things so we waved it off.” He could see Trebor’s eyes scanning him, was he being seen in a new light or was he being checked over, with a shirt on? Raising an eyebrow he smirked, “Wanna check it out? It’s pretty faint and if you didn’t know I got stabbed you’d think it was nothing big, maybe I just heal better than others?”

If that was what Trebor wanted he wasn’t going to stop him, scars were interesting and he was pretty happy it healed so great since doctors were showing him scary pictures of...not so great heals...in case he wasn’t okay. His friend put a stop to that real fast. “They give me shots to try and stimulate the release of more clotting factors or something to that effect.” Waving his hand around as he spoke, his friend was more reliable at remembering this, “I carry tissues and small medical stuff like needles and such with me, I didn’t really change much since I don’t get caught often, but I do have spots I stash things for an emergency. I even got a cellphone to call him, the pimp, in case something goes wrong very wrong and I need him.”

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Hmm, so Trebor saw it as there were reasons and gain. Paying attention to how Trebor saw relationships he nuzzled into the spy’s arm while thinking. “…if everyone makes a relationship for a reason and to get something from it, what are you getting from me? I haven’t done anything aside from getting you a pen.” Peering at him Patch hummed and smirked playfully, wiggling his eyebrows. “Or is this a long game thing and you know you’ll get more from me the longer I stick around you?” Waiting for a moment before he burst into laughter, “Nah I know you’ll get more by me whenever I start retrieving things.”                                       

Still, if he did think about it through Trebor’s eyes he could see where the logic of everyone taking advantage of each other came from. “Innocent happiness…is strange but I think, I know it exists. Like with kids when they don’t really think much in the art of, social climbing…usually.” Children were odd creatures but happy ones who loved talking about things with him, from school, animals in the zoo, food to how they believed he was Spider-man.                                              

“Quite true. It did cross my mind a couple of times before that some sort of… errand boy would be good for various exchanges with my contacts. You were simply there at the right time. And the longer I know you, the more I realise that you may have more potential than just running errands. However, do not confuse this with your relationship to the pimp. I have no intention to take you to the beach and rub sun screen all over you. I will do what is necessary to ensure your success in fulfilling my tasks. That is all.”

And that seems to be being able to sort out ones own laundry. For the time being, anyway.

As Patch retreats and pats his arm, Trebor’s eyes fixate on the lad’s hand for a moment. Patch certainly seems fond of physical contact, more than anyone Trebor works with. They all keep their distance and engage in just what is socially deemed acceptable in the work environment. But that Patch does not think of this as purely a professional association is already obvious.

“Heart failure? Is there a problem with your heart?”

In all honesty, Patch wasn’t expecting that from Trebor but it would be nice since 'doing what is necessary,’ so he can get shit done for the spy meant he’d need to give him sunscreen to ensure Patch capable of doing anything and instead of being a lobster. As he took in the rest of what Trebor said he held back a cackle, how was teaching him laundry-? Well, it guaranteed he had no reason to show up naked anywhere...

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“So you went to the beach curious about why other people go there, wondering what you miss out on? Hm. Fair enough.”

Seeking knowledge and experience in pursuit of personal advantage is the curiosity Trebor knows so of, so he understands the desire to go somewhere where one hasn’t been to yet. But in light of the unmeasurable amount of information available out there, making priorities and limiting the array of goals to something suitable to ones resources, capabilities and ideas of value, helps to facilitate and optimise the process of acquiring it. The beach is an already ticked box topic for Trebor.

“Without a reason beyond mere recreational activities, I have no desire to go to the beach.”

He adjusts his position on the railing, leaning forward and bringing his hands together, placed on his lap.

“Sincere?” He always ran a risk of having that happen but nothing like that has shown up so far….that he could tell. “I think he is being real with me for a multitude of reasons in varying degrees but not limited to, the fact he seemed very distressed when finding out I was doing a particularly shoddy job at covering a stab wound because I ran out of bandages halfway through.” He didn’t know you could have an ambulance come so fast or how loud his friend was capable of yelling until that day. “Then he found out it was meant for him and I just…got in the way…and was very unhappy I managed to hide it until then not telling him.”

But that does not seem very likely. At least not, in that particular moment.

Trebor listens carefully to what Patch has to say about the sincerity of his relationship with the pimp. He nods and “Hm"s at the statement of them taking stabbings for each other to protect. It is a silly thing to do in Trebor’s mind but he does concede that it looks like there is genuine interest in each other. He himself has put up more with Patch than he thought he would, so even for him, there is some sincere interest and liking for that person. On the other hand, if the reward is great enough, faking a lot of care in order to keep someone else close is not too hard. Even taking a stab wound is worth the risk, potentially. Only then to turn around and simply leave without any explanation. He has done this in the past and it was easy enough.

He will just have to wait and see how it turns out. It does not look like Patch is going to leave him alone any time soon.

Trebor takes a quick glance at his wrist watch.

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“So you went to the beach curious about why other people go there, wondering what you miss out on? Hm. Fair enough.”

Seeking knowledge and experience in pursuit of personal advantage is the curiosity Trebor knows so of, so he understands the desire to go somewhere where one hasn’t been to yet. But in light of the unmeasurable amount of information available out there, making priorities and limiting the array of goals to something suitable to ones resources, capabilities and ideas of value, helps to facilitate and optimise the process of acquiring it. The beach is an already ticked box topic for Trebor.

“Without a reason beyond mere recreational activities, I have no desire to go to the beach.”

He adjusts his position on the railing, leaning forward and bringing his hands together, placed on his lap.

“Sincere?” He always ran a risk of having that happen but nothing like that has shown up so far....that he could tell. “I think he is being real with me for a multitude of reasons in varying degrees but not limited to, the fact he seemed very distressed when finding out I was doing a particularly shoddy job at covering a stab wound because I ran out of bandages halfway through.” He didn't know you could have an ambulance come so fast or how loud his friend was capable of yelling until that day. “Then he found out it was meant for him and I just...got in the way...and was very unhappy I managed to hide it until then not telling him.”

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“Hm.”

Trebor leans down on the railing with one arm, letting his eyes wander around the buildings around them and down over the street and the people. To observe is essential for any spy or special agent and he quite likes doing so and built his understanding of the world. It is practising situational awareness, learning to avoid things before they happen and be prepared for when they do happen. Not every situation requires the same amount of attention but the more one practices awareness the easier it gets.

With a glance from the side, he observes Patch on the railing. The lad’s balance is good and Trebor leaves it at that. If he scaled the Eiffel Tower without fail, this is a piece of cake.

“You have a proper surfboard then? Your home came with a lot of … extras. You certainly have interesting … providers.”

“Yes! My friend, the pimp, got it for me when we went to the beach~! He made me stand still to put sunscreen on though.” Patch added with a small pout before slipping his feet over the edge to drop so he was sitting on the railing and kicking his legs into the air, his pout turning into a shy grin, “…it felt, nice…having someone worry about me like that, even tackling me and stating we were going home if I didn’t stop squirming around because he didn’t want to deal with me getting all sunburnt.”

As Trebor ponders he blends out Patch’s story. When the blonde lad addresses him directly, he looks back over a little sudden but then calmly rests both his hands on the railing. He opens his mouth to answer but then, before a word comes out, lifts himself up and swings his legs over the railing to sit next to the younger man.

“I do not. To satisfy my interests I do not need to go to the beach. I have been there, however, due to my last independend assignment here three years ago.”

Looking back at Patch he adds another question.

Surprised at the question Patch hummed tilting his head side to side, why did he like going to the beach with his friend? “Well...I wanted to go there because I never got the chance to and there was never a reason to try going alone, it was intriguing to me since people are always like: I’m going to the beach for our honeymoon or for a vacation we’re going to the Bahamas.”

That didn't say why he was happy going with his friend though... “I think it makes me happy because when he offered to take me it was something we could do together, and I never really had someone to do stuff like that with. He said it was an excuse to be lazy but I think, he wanted to see me happy since he bought stuff for it” grinning as he added an amused “and let me set a bonfire that was probly to big but whatever~”  amazingly nobody called the police.

Continued from here X.

“Hm.”

Trebor leans down on the railing with one arm, letting his eyes wander around the buildings around them and down over the street and the people. To observe is essential for any spy or special agent and he quite likes doing so and built his understanding of the world. It is practising situational awareness, learning to avoid things before they happen and be prepared for when they do happen. Not every situation requires the same amount of attention but the more one practices awareness the easier it gets.

With a glance from the side, he observes Patch on the railing. The lad’s balance is good and Trebor leaves it at that. If he scaled the Eiffel Tower without fail, this is a piece of cake.

“You have a proper surfboard then? Your home came with a lot of … extras. You certainly have interesting … providers.”

“Yes! My friend, the pimp, got it for me when we went to the beach~! He made me stand still to put sunscreen on though.” Patch added with a small pout before slipping his feet over the edge to drop so he was sitting on the railing and kicking his legs into the air, his pout turning into a shy grin, “...it felt, nice...having someone worry about me like that, even tackling me and stating we were going home if I didn't stop squirming around because he didn't want to deal with me getting all sunburnt.”