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Apr 1 2018, 11:27 PM
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Talon was pretty relaxed about his brothers. He tended to trust that they could look out for themselves these days, he knew they were pretty much all grown up and no one wanted someone overbearing on their ass all the time. Talon generally considered himself too lazy to be that sort of brother anyway, but he always made a conscious effort, especially with Sirius, not to be that guy. He'd been glad for the day off of work, but as Rose had been busy and he'd not had much else to do that day, he'd figured a trip across London to see his brother in action as a student no less, would probably do to keep him occupied (aka keep him from ordering pizza and taking three naps). Besides, he knew his mom would appreciate the visit if she was in too. <p>
He burst in without much regard, considering the fact that if someone was home they probably wouldn't mind, and if they weren't then it wouldn't do for him to wait out in the cold (spring?) air. He clearly needed to be protected from things like cold fingers and not enough layers. <b>"Hello?"</b> He called out, heading immediately to the kitchen, like any good son, to ensure they had a stocked fridge and definitely not steal anything from it as a snack. Although, really, it was better than wandering into the other rooms of the place unannounced he thought. <b>"If anyone wants to save the last cookies they'd better come out,"</b> He called out in good humour, flipping the kettle on for some coffee instead, like a Serious Adult who drank coffee these days and frowned a lot (that was a lie, Talon rarely frowned, if anything he just looked confused more often).

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Talon desperately wanted to get out of this tie. It had been one of those sorts of days where he remembered he wasn't strictly trained for his job, and sometimes he had a lot to learn considering how lucky he was that he had it to begin with. As much as he wanted to impress his supervisors, and by extension Emmett, he wasn't perfect every single day, and this happened to be one of those days. Ideas had flopped, creative juices weren't working as well, and he'd been overlooked. He figured once he got home, took the tie off, got some pizza, maybe texted Rose for a bit or put on a movie, he'd be alright, and could go into it tomorrow with a better outlook. Of course, he had to get across London first, and that in itself was pretty exhausting. <p>
Tugging a little at his collar, he came up from the tube, closer than ever to home and more within his home turf than he ever was in the business districts of London. He felt a little more at ease already, and as was often the case, he almost immediately spotted someone he knew. He was usually someone who adhered to manners, despite his past aesthetics, he'd never ignore a pack member on the street, and despite the fact most of them thought it was hilarious he did things now like wear a suit to work, he still waved at Joel, flagging him down for a quick hello before they headed home.<p>
<b>"Hey!"</b> He said easily once he was finally noticed, wondering if Joel had ever seen the famous suit he complained so often about (the irony was he technically wore one for his last job, but it didn't count when it was bar tending). <b>"Listen, If you have any jokes, just tell me now,"</b> Talon told him, grinning easily, well aware he generally looked ridiculous.

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Talon supposed that as far as quality time with his brother went, throwing themselves across a muddy assault course in Hyde Park was probably one of the better ways. He'd even forgiven the fact he'd had to get out gym wear for this because he knew everything was a lot more fun when inflatables and mud was involved. Of course, this definitely wasn't at all a competition with Tate, they were just brothers hanging out running against each other and it was going to be great, and he definitely did not mind whether he won or not. Of course, he minded a tiny bit, but he didn't think that it was in the spirit of the day to admit that to Tate, especially after watching their girlfriends do the course so pleasantly earlier that day, he was pretty sure he and Tate could embody that friendly spirit, at least for the fun of it.<p>
He stretched himself out, his stomach grumbling in the process and Talon frowned at himself, sure he'd not eaten that long ago - perhaps the prospect of exercise was forcing his stomach to eat itself. As it stood, it had to wait, he had more important things to do like clapping Tate on the shoulder cheerfully. <b>"You ready?"</b> He asked, looking at the course waiting for them, sure they'd clear it, but wondering how much grace they were going to manage it with. Fortunately, someone was chivvying them towards their starting spots and he gave his brother an easy grin. <b>"Loser buys dinner?"</b> He asked, sure that, gosh, it didn't matter who won or lost, but he also didn't want to buy dinner, so he was sure this was perfectly fair.

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Talon was pretty excited for the weekend, he knew it was fairly ridiculous that someone so happy napping next to his three pizzas was excited for a weekend of intense activity, but he thought it was more to do with who he was hanging out with. For a start, he got to spend time with Rose in a more romantic capacity - hence he'd happily ditched his brothers and left them alone for the scavenger hunt. He knew this probably wasn't the ideal first date, at least not in terms of grand romance, but he hoped Rose wouldn't mind and he'd work on romance when he had a bit more time to dedicate to it, and wasn't working and napping at various intervals. For now, he was just excited to spend time with her. Frankly, he was also excited to win this scavenger hunt, after all, he'd been walking London streets his entire life, he felt he had some advantage over some of the others.<p>
Having collected their packs and instructions and made sure that Rose wasn't going to get lost in the busy Hyde Park by casually keeping her suspiciously close, Talon scanned their instructions, and eventually handed them to Rose. <b>"Okay, can you be in charge of those?"</b> He asked, sure he'd only lose them or misread them or disregard them entirely, plus he was sure if he was navigating that she should be able to do the other stuff. Fortunately, he was in no rush, sure he knew the quickest ways to get everywhere, and giving Tate a slightly too cheery wave as he watched his brother disappear in a direction he personally wouldn't have taken. <b>"Also we're going this way,!"</b> He told Rose cheerily, directing her via the small of her back, hoping she wouldn't protest too much and just trust that he knew where he was going.

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Talon had really felt terrible about this whole plan. As much as he knew the best laid plans happened on drunken nights with your brother whilst attempting to get the attention of the girl you liked, ignoring her had felt horrible. He knew she wasn’t the sort of person who deserved to be ignored, and he never wanted to make her feel bad or hurt or as though he was messing with her in any way, but he didn’t know how else to bring it to her attention that he was a part of her life, and wanted to be a more important part of her life. He hated to say it, but Tate had been right. He had ignored her texts, not met up with her, made a point to make a hole in her life where he had been so dutifully her friend before. He had told her nothing yet, he didn’t want to demand that they went on a date, if after all that she didn’t want to go on one he would understand, but he liked to hope he had at least proved something to her about their relationship. If she missed him, and he hoped she had, then it surely was important. <p>
He’d told her to meet him at the gallery, after all this time with no communication, just a simple text to meet up. He would explain everything, he knew he would, and he wouldn’t blame her if she didn’t come or was upset with him, but he’d kept it in walking distance from where she was, and he’d chosen somewhere nice and quiet he thought she would like. Of course, he wasn’t entirely sure why Jesus was everywhere, and whether it was blasphemous to be romantic whilst surrounded by religious paintings, but he was willing to take the chance. He’d seated himself on a bench near the entrance, chewing his lip awkwardly, before he remembered he was meant to be being the chill one, and that he wasn’t meant to look like he had spent several weeks wanting to talk to her and tell her a lot of stupid stuff, so he did his best to sit back and look casual (hardly a chore for Talon), sat there on his phone (playing candy crush and texting Tate updates like ‘she’s not here yet, what do I do if she doesn’t show?’) and waiting for her like casual friends who hadn’t spoken to you in several weeks would do. He spotted her out of the corner of his eye, but decided it was best to keep a steady eye on his phone, mostly in the hopes of playing it cool, even if he absolutely didn’t feel like he was being cool.

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