Jock vs Nerd Round 2: Lunch Chat Edition

[westfallcorndog]

Harrowheart sits with his phone in his hands debating how to start this. He'd gotten Viatorus's number, and he fully intended to text him, but it wasn't easy. Everyone seemed to like Viatorus so much. They all vouched for him and insisted on his better qualities, but Harrow had been so rude when last they'd met, and he was certain the kid was some kind of anti-undead racist. Most of this felt pointless, but he had to try, if not for himself then for his friends.

It took him far too long to send his eventual text:

Viatorus this is Harrowheart. I looked up you're number. I feel like we got off on the wrong foot last time. Would you like to meet and try again?

He follows it up with a text of his current location. An authentic little Earth diner transplanted into the Nexus, a humble and half-clean place by the name of McDonald's. Flaccid fries and soggy burgers are universal – nay, interdimensional – and fast food joints are only appropriate for the meeting of two magical minds. Plus, there's a big playground. 

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[westfallcorndog]

The acceptance of his apology is met with closed eyes and a respectful little nod. Harrow can't help but smile just a little, pleased with how this all turned out despite his unfortunate missteps on more than one occasion. " 'Precciate it," he says simply. Best to leave those difficult things behind them for now.

"Anyway, I only seemed confident 'cause I thought I had the upper hand. Guess that ain't a good way to think about social interactions, though, 'cause then you wind up makin' a fool outta yourself like I did. But that's neither here nor there."

He glances around the establishment and bro-nods at the bodyguard as his gaze passes by.

"Tell you what, my man," he says to Viatorus. "This is a good topic, but not for a place like this. How about we call our meeting to a close today and promise to meet up in the future, hmm? Good terms, positivity, friendliness. We'll talk about private stuff in a private setting. Stuff like gettin' over shyness and Earth and Azeroth and dreams and all. Until then, I'll release you from my dark clutches. You head on home, put in a nice word for me with your sister, and I'll see you – and your guard? – next time we meet."

He raises his phone and shakes it to call attention to it. "Remember, you can always text me if you want someone to talk to. You won't be a pest, promise. I don't mind hearin' problems or worries or anything like that. Plus, I don't need sleep, so I can be up at any old hour. Benefit of undead friends, huh?" With a wink and a quiet chuckle he pockets his phone again.

[heirtothearcane]

Will you look at that, he manages a tiny tremble of his lips, almost a smile, at the 'dark clutches' comment! He nods gently at the suggestion. It's all very reasonable. Kind, even. Possibly the greatest offer of friendliness since Verity and he first talked.

It's so difficult to understand it coming from an undead creature.

With a final nod to stop his head bobbing, he gets to his feet. "Thank you. It's... It's very kind of you to offer all of this, it... If you, for some reason, want to talk to me... I do sleep, but I will get back to you."

A second passes and then he offers his hand. "Until next time?"

[westfallcorndog]

The implications of Viatorus's offer to shake isn't lost on Harrow. He's careful not to move too quickly or boldly when he takes V's hand, nor does he shake too hard. He inclines his head respectfully and smiles at his new friend.

"Until next time, my man. You be good."