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@agentgrumpy-gils

Chuckling, Shere edges the seat out from the table before adjusting his leg so it didn't lean quite so badly into the man's personal space. Saint lifts his head, nudges him with a nose to discover why he was moving, and then promptly placed himself into his spot at Shere's feet once more when he was satisfied.

"It's not nearly as intensive as some other working dogs, believe me," he says, "but his name's Saint. He's adopted."

When the darker-haired man takes a seat across from him, Saint perks up again, sniffing at him before thumping his tail and giving a quiet 'boorf' in greeting. Raising a brow, Shere glances over to the other man. "Seems to like you well enough, but he usually does. He's pretty easy-going. I take him into the uni with me often enough, so hes used to being around people."

falling into the season || swynopen

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@notmuchofatail

"Which part's strange, th' fact I've not got a drink or that you're glad?" A brow arches as he looks at the younger man, gaze dragging down Greg's torso, checking for injuries and other bills on a form of habit.

Not that Greg was even his responsibility, or that the other man had made it clear he wanted to have him around. He'd cut contact quite cleanly, and Shere often wondered why. But not even he had the gall to ask now, after an accidental meeting. (For such a small town, there were certainly plenty of places to hide when you didn't want to see a person).

"I would like if you sat, Greg. Stay for a moment," he says instead, a small grin curling around the edges of his mouth. "Please?"

falling into the season || swynopen

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December 9th: Shere + Orange

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@agentgrumpy-gils

Shere hums, nodding his head, agreeing with a bit of a furrow pulling down the skin between his eyes. "Whether it's fine or not, he was still, indeed, being an arsehole," he agrees, darting his gaze over to the darker-haired man.

Still, the Vaagh waves off his thanks and, instead, nods toward the tables. "Some of us here aren't, though. If you'd like to sit for a tick –" Again, he looks at the darker, grumpier lookong man– "I've a few extra chairs, so long as you don't mind dogs. He won't hurt you, probably won't do much 'cause he's working."

Slat his acknowledgement, Saint's thumped his tail underneath the table, head on his paws once he realized he wasn't needed.

At the pronouncement, that they'd met before, Shere cocks his head to the side, then grins, when it dawns on him. "Nice to see you again, too."

falling into the season || swynopen

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@euterpe-of-hesiod

Shere had a more difficult time with the holiday as the winds turned colder and his body began to throb, ache, with its pain. Today was no exception and he leaned more heavily on his cane than normal as he crossed through the courtyard.

It was particularly busy today, and the Vaagh wonders why, curiosity pulling him in closer. He sees a young woman with a guitar in her lap, a handful of people around her.

He doesn't realize she's speakingz and speaking to him, until it filters in. Slow, at first, but then all at once he understands.

"I'm sorry, love, but I'm just passing through. This have anything to do with all those flyers I saw around the university?"

Wintergrace || OPEN

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@agentgrumpy-gils

The first bloke seen to, Shere stands carefully and edges toward the other one on the floor. He vaguely recognized the darker haired one from a long while back, but not the one on the ground.

Snagging one of the coffees, Shere sets it down on his table before moving to help the other man up. He had a limp, but he wasn't exactly lame.

"He jus' plow right past yah both?"

falling into the season || swynopen

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@notmuchofatail

One of two things happened: first, Shere sits, blinking, as he looks at Gregory - a man he hasn't seen in months, despite the notoriously small town they lived in - half sprawled across both himself and the table he was sat at. Secondly, the person that'd run into him, while initially a dim, background grey suddenly becomes a blaring light. Bright, drawn in like a moth to flame.

An idiot, clearly, or just a rude tourist. Shere glares at them, anyway, as they scurry past, barely concerned for them at all.

"Well," he says, after a moment's, swollen silence, clearing his throat and shifting his leg to nudge the man's phone toward him where it'd bounced beside it (and Saint's muzzle). "I suppose it could've been worse, eh? Could've been drinking something. Greg, 's alright."

And there. There it was. The immediate forgiveness. He doesn't quite know why Greg earns it, why he gets it, but he does.

Because the acceptance, whether Greg knows it, chooses to see it, or not is for...many things, and not just the fact he'd nearly upended Shere's table onto him.

"Shoulder alright? Hit you hard."

falling into the season || swynopen

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@nodramapossible

"Oh, I'm fine, love," Shere replies, giving a small smile to the redhead. Then, he shifts his leg to get it out of the way of the person who'd fallen on him. "But are you alright?"

The stranger mumbles something, clearly embarrassed, and Shere pats them on the shoulder reassuringly. Then, he nudges them up to their feet, shaking his head as they leave, scurrying off with their head down.

"Well. That was interesting."

falling into the season || swynopen

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@tirameunpaso-felix

Shere waits for the man to speak, patient as he fixes a sleep-heavy gaze out the window. Shere had a cane so, really, he could wave the pause off at having some trouble. He hadn't taken a spot up front, after all. Looking out the window, though, he realizes it is getting a mite late, and the sun was sinking.

A wince, sympathetic escapes and Shere nods.

"A stop back, I'm afraid." He pauses, then considers the other man. "I don't mind walkin' you back, if you don't mind the company. It'd help my leg, even with the weather." Which wasn't a lie. He'd thank himself in the morning for loosening up the tight muscles.

Along for the ride || Open

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Solar Haunt | Jasper crew

Date: 30 October after 8pm

Summary: 4 of Jaspers henchmen install the solar panels at the Secondary. Instead of cleaning up and leaving they run rampant through town running into many locals wreaking complete havoc!

tw: blood, violence, bullying, cat calling

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Mentioned: @ugly-anastasia, @auntcass-hamada , @foreverydinger , @bad-moon--rising , @perfectisgeorgette , @professor-lungri, @vvinter-queen, @gabrobichaux, @notmuchofatail, @officer-judy-moon, @trackedbymaximus, @notbad-justsungthatway, @lucathedreamer

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@goodeveningjasper

Ah. Well that explained the specificity of the books, didn't it? Though he was no librarian, Shere was certainly able to find his way around just fine, seeing as how he was here more often than not for lecture references and materials.

"Seems like an odd bloke, or woman, I sulpose," he mutters, glancing back over at the man. "But right. That's not too difficult. You know the names of the texts? That'll help narrowing it down once we get to the right section."

broad literature | Shere & Jasper

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Shere had not had a chance to come out for the good weather. For that mater, neither had Saint. So, because he was done with marking and had no preparation to be done for the university, he takes the dog into town to get a chai and sit in Hatters.

Saint is sat beneath the table, head on his paws, and Shere's finishing a conversation with Tiegan on the phone. It happens quickly, barely in a blink, just as he's signing off the call.

Maybe that was a good thing. If not, he'd have upended his drink onto himself and the person he's staring at, now, spilled across the table and his lap.

"Bloody hell! You alright?"

falling into the season || swynopen

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falling into the season || swynopen

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shere: I do not think this went to the correct person, mate

Who Are You Wearing? | Open Texts

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@tirameunpaso-felix

Shere didn't usually catch the bus, but hed walked into work today, when his leg was feeling good. It was not feeling good now, after having jammed his hip into the side of his desk, knocking into the railing of the stairway, and being on his feet for nearly twelve hours.

The cold and the rain didn't help, either. All in all, it was a piss poor time to walk home, so he took the bloody bus, bad leg stretched out in front of him in the back. The front, while it had disability seating, wouldn't allow him to stretch out like this.

He makes room for the man who comes into the back, too, when he gets on but keeps to himself otherwise. Shere was tired and in pain, and he just wanted to be home.

However, the man beside him promptly falls asleep, and after the fourth or so stop, Shere fears the man's missed his own. It's all but confirmed when he jumps, looking around in confusion.

"Still on the bus, mate," he says, voice tired and mostly sympathetic. "Where was your stop?"

Along for the ride || Open

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@goodeveningjasper

The other man, Jasper, takes him up on his offer. It was sincere enough, so Shere's glad that he does.

Shifting the cane back around to the side that needed it, the Vaagh leans upon it again, though not heavily. His leg had felt, well, good lately. Albeit still a pain, still a limp, it hadn't hurt him in quite some time.

He laughs at the clear distaste on the man's face, grin slanting sideways. "Eh, well. I'm sure we can manage between the pair of us. Why the literature, in particular, if you don't mind the ask?"

It would, at the least, help them narrow it down.

While he waited, Shere gestures for thr man to follow him down the aisle, intending to at least get them moved out of the area.

broad literature | Shere & Jasper

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@veevacious

"Many of us wouldn't be considered animals Shere continues, after a pause, a slight grin on his face. "Particularly if we are shifters, as we still retain our human consciousness. Others do not, however."

He nods at the other's question because while still studied it was much more of a niche, often taboo topic.

"Personally, no, but I've worked with other ewptilian creatures. Perhaps we can start there?"

So, Hypothetically... | Veere