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Honey, I'm Home [ Open ]

WHO: Kirk & The Good People of Kirkwall
WHAT: Kirk has been away for a month, and now he's back!
WHEN: First few days of Harvestmere
WHERE: Around Kirkwall
NOTES: Probably some couple cuteness

What, No Parade? - The Streets
Kirkwall might have been treated to the site of a man crying in relief if Kirk wasn't quite so good at holding such emotion in. It honestly wasn't that anything particularly horrible had happened on his little trip, he was just so happy to be back in Kirkwall of all places (most likely due to the fact a certain mage and a certain extra-large size red haired rifter).

So he kept it together as Atlas picked his way through the crowd, surprisingly delicate despite his burden of a weary man, full saddle bags, and a much larger pack bearing down his rump. One that was apparently not tied to very well - as folded pieces of thick, blue colored cloth (or, jeans to some of you Rifters) kept falling out, creating a blue breadcrumb trail behind him.

Unpacking - The Barn
Kirk shook his head with a short yelp, smacking at his ragged locks to try and get out the horse snot from them. He glared at Atlas, who remained unconcerned with his faux pas and more concerned with getting back to his stall. Kirk didn't blame him. They had been riding all day - though Atlas did more work than he did in that regard.

"I'll get you in there, but we have to get you cleaned up first," he whumped as he dumped saddle and bags on his tack box.

From there he worked on rubbing Atlas down and taking him out to give him a wash, sluicing off days worth of dirty and mud - which naturally meant he got wet too, and shoved around a bit because Atlas was an impatient gentle giant when he wished to be. Especially with the promise of warm oats and a soft hay bed mere meters away.

Homecooking - Tavern
What's a good home coming with a taste of the home town beer? It's not one, that's what. When he has a chance, he makes his way to the tavern to take himself up a drink and greet those loose acquaintances that might edge just on the verge of friends.

He took up a place at a table, full of laughter, his hand wrapped as it usually was in bandages to hide his shard, to hide his otherness. Of course he had noticed the tensions upon his return, that slight tightness from those people whom knew he was a Rifter. He had never revealed that in the taverns though, the better to avoid a fight, so for the moment all was well.

Being home meant back to business as usual, telling his "tall tales" and teaching everyone new card games - Black Jack is perfectly innocent. So is poker. No really. Totally innocent.

Bills Piled Up - Library
It wasn't all play when he got back. His job might be over for the moment, but being on the road so long, being in charge of someone's education for that long, had made some things begin to turn in his mind. He was not sure he could find the resources, but he would damn well try as best he could with what he had. He hoped he had taught his charge something more than just math and theories.

Now he hoped to teach others.

Which was why he could be found in the library, scouring over books, scribbling in his own journals, fingers stained black with the ink and the tip of his quill ragged from gnawing. Though one might at first thing he was building a fortress, given the height of the stacks, and the mumbling that came from behind them.

"No, no, that's to complicated an explanation, need to simplify...."

It's A Party - Wildcard
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Kirk flashed one back, working to stuff the remaineder back into the sack across Atlas' rump. Atlas heaved a sigh, perhaps wondering at the delay when home was so close. Kirk knew the feeling, giving his haunch a comforting pat.

"Seems fair since you warned me I was leaking," he said to the elf. "One good turn deserves another, as they say. Though I never got your name."

Well look at that, handsome human fellow smiling at him in turn. He was all right with that, yes he was. So his shrug was a casual one, and he even hooked his fingers into his belt after he dropped the new and strange trousers on his shoulder.

An offered handclasp, dark eyes bright. "Adasse Agassi, Jim. But like returns like - just call me Adasse."

"Nice to meet you, Adasse," he said, trying to pronounce the name as the elf had. Kirk took the offered hand and gave a firm clasp - not aggressive by any means, but certainly not shying away from Adasse's touch.

"Ah, just so you know, those don't lace up. They use a zipper," he nodded at the pants. "Don't leave it down to you'll be flashing everyone - and you don't want your bits dropping out when you're running."

He certainly did enough of it to know the truth of that. What an inglorious way to die - caught because your junk banged against a rock.

Adasse may have mouthed it back at him, just a little, and the hand clasp was carefully judged. Once he got his hand back with a delightfully firm grip that was not at all predatory, he felt more comfortable edging a bit more into Jim's space.

"...interesting. And. Well. No I do not. Don't mind them being out when it's necessary or fun, but otherwise they ought to stay well put."

Thankfully, personal space had never been much of a concern for Kirk. Certainly he didn't mind to very much from Adasse, even if he did angle his hips were so slightly so that it would be just that much harder to reach around to his back pockets. Not that he thought all elves were thieves, but most people don't talk about needing to run over roofs and market stalls.

"Oh, they'll keep them in," he chuckled. "Just be sure to zip." He reached out, grasping the bit of metal at what would be considered the front of the pant and forcing it down with a quiet 'hizzp' sound and then back up. "See? Easy."

Oh, and there the man was, unzipping his trousers. Adasse's smile suddenly flashed on with amusement. "You know, usually I ask a fellow t'buy me a drink first before they go playing about the front of my trousers, but since you gifted them to me, I guess I'll let it slide."

He nods to the pack horse. "You need help getting to where you're getting?"

Kirk let out a warm sort of laughter that, blue eyes returning the amusement, though he did not rise to the bait. It was tempting, but he was yet weary from the road, and eager to be to his home.

"I'll remember that for next time - top shelf even," he teased back, just a little. He glanced to Atlas, who looked as disgruntled as a horse could be. His gaze quickly shifted to a back hanging off the side of the saddle, said pack bumping against Atlas' side.

Kirk huffed and reached up and in, pulling out a small white and black puppy from the bag (yawning, as if up from a nap).

"Well, now that she's up, I might need more help than I thought," he cupped the pup in one hand, reins in the other.

Oh, he looked it. Not to say Jim didn't look good but he also looked filthy as get out. Still, the smile was returned.

"Jim, you and I will get along just fine." He too, let his gaze slip sideways, and both dark eyebrows rose with surprise.

...and then his gaze went soft and his smile went sideways and warm. "Oh, now, that's an adorable ball of fluff."

It honestly was just road dust and some mud, but he had never been the sort to find that kind of thing sexy either, so he would hardly find fault in Adasse's opinion on his current state.

"Her name's Jaylah," he said, holding her out to Adasse. "Mind carrying her a bit and walk with me to the barn?" He didn't think Atlas would cause him trouble, but if he decided to do much of anything he could be easily overpowered and he didn't want to accidentally drop or hurt Jaylah because of it.

Now if Jim had asked him in the near future if he wanted to bathe him ... entirely different subject.

Right now though he was focused more on this puppy than Jim. "Oh, she's a little fluffer, she is." He carefully cradled her in his arms, beaming from ear to ear. "I'll be happy to do you the favor of cuddling your adorable dog for you. It's the least I can do."

"Even rough tough city elves go to jelly at the sight of a baby animal," he rolled his eyes, but there's amusement there rather than derision.

He smiled all the same, leading Atlas on towards the barn.

"Just be careful. She likes to chew."

"You're damned right we do. Awwww look at this fluff." Adasse cooed at the puppy, before beaming up at Jim.

"If she likes to chew, then I suppose my fingers can take it. Where did you get her?"

"She found me actually. She came up to us in a rain storm when I was out in the stables at an inn taking care of Atlas. I couldn't just leaver her out to soak, now could I?" he asked. He wasn't a monster, and that face. Just look at it! To cute. He'd wrapped her up in a blanket and dried her off, sneaking her into the inn with a bit of hay to make a bed and well, here she was.

"She's been along for the ride ever since."

"Well, then she's a smart one. Knows the good from the bad, she does." He stroked her soft fur, smiling at Jim as he cradled the pup in his arms. "Sounds like you two were made for each other, eh?"

"Heh, maybe," he agreed, smiling back at her. The pup was nomming on Adasse's fingers and bits of his jacket, yawning, and then returning to her self-assigned task. Her tail swished back and forth, clearly pleased with her current position of importance.

"Maybe I was just in the right place at the right time is all, and got lucky." He made a kissy noise at her, the puppy yipping and wriggling more in Adasse's arms.

Adasse grinned as the puppy gnawed on him, then he made a small noise as the puppy started wriggling and nearly escaped. "Woah there, pup! I know I'm not as tall as the fellow you came with, but falling at this height still won't do a pup your size any good."

"She's been spoiled being on Atlas," Kirk nodded at the towering mass of muscle that was his horse, his shoulder higher than Kirk's head. "She's cute, but she makes you work for it. Just like the real thing."

"Clearly. Look at you, little pup. You start riding on a horse and you think you're sixteen hands high, huh?" He tips his head to the side, frowning, before the fire lit, "Oooooh, you mean women. Yeah. Not really my thing but I see what you're saying."

Kirk blinked for a second and then he laughed.

"Well, yes that is also true, but I meant the real thing as in my real friend named Jaylah. Whom is also a woman," he acknowledged. "She bites a fair bit harder than the pup though. And no, I don't mean that in a sexual way." A quick add on, because he had every expectation Adasse would take it that way if he didn't.

"Aaaaaah - well I am a little confused now. So you have a friend name Jaylah who ... bites you? For not fun?" He turned the pup towards him, so she licked his face and he laughed. "I can't see how that's a friendly thing to do, but to each their own. Haelan likes to eat all the time which gets crumbs ...everywhere."

"Well, not bites though I'm sure she would if she was given enough reason. I just mean she can kick my ass and she's stubborn," he reached out and tugged one of Jaylah's ears, the puppy giving out a playful whine and shaking her head.

"And we sort of game on her in the middle of nowhere. Yup, the two are a lot alike."

He smiled fondly, though, the memories of the other Jaylah clearly good ones.

"Ah! Okay that makes so much more sense." He smiles sideways, a little wry, as he stroked Lil'Jaylah's ears.

"Well, at least she knows that she's got people in her corner? Both of them." He kisses the top of the pup's head. "Most important thing in the world."

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