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He was supposed to have the day off. That didn't quite happen.

His phone woke up him at nine, and on the other end was his distraught mother. A pipe in his parents' basement had burst, and even though Davin is a mechanic and not a plumber, he was the one she called. Funny how she refuses to acknowledge his magic until she needs to take advantage of it.

His dad's out of town on business, so it was up to Davin to calm his mother and keep the basement from his childhood home from flooding. He sat his mother down on the sofa and turned off the water before heading down to the basement with his tools. He was able to use his magic to cut through the ruined section of pipe and hold up the new one so he could solder it in place, and then he cleaned up the basement as best he could.

He emerged hours later, wet and dirty and in a lousy mood, and his mother demanded he stay for tea before he could leave.

Now he's freshly showered, hair still a little damp at the ends as it sticks up everywhere, and he's wandering through the town's main drag as he tries to decide how to spend his evening. Beer will make an appearance at some point, surely.

He's weighing the pros and cons of pub food when someone brushes by him, and a streetlight glints off of some metal sliding out of the person's pocket. Davin stares at the keys as they fall and wills them to stop mid-air, holding out his hand and sending the keys flying through the air to land gently in his palm.

"Excuse me," he calls out, his Irish accent a little thicker due to his exhaustion. He shakes the keys out, peering out to try and see if he recognizes the person. "I think you dropped these."

[Come meet Davin! He's lived in Siren Cove since he was a kid, so if your character has been around for awhile they may recognize him. All his info is here, but the bullet points are: 22 year old gay Irish witch/mechanic who just wants a damn beer.]

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"Oh, I know. I feel like I can't even curse around yeh, with that innocent puppy face o' yours. Like someone might come wash my mouth out with soap at the first slip o' the tongue." He gives Luke a friendly smile and wink to let him know that he's just teasing. "Want some company? I could stand to stretch me legs a bit."

"That's my mother", he replies drily.

"Sure, come on. Do I need to make smaller steps so you can keep up?"

"Uh, I do believe that I am a scant inch taller than you, my friend." He makes a show of using his long, skinny legs to take huge strides until he gets to the corner and stops. He blinks a few times and blinks coolly at Luke. "I don't actually know where we're headed."

"I refuse to believe that, I'm the tallest in town."

Luke rolls his eyes good-naturedly before following him down the street. "Bernadette's. It's the personnel entrance keys I've been tossing."

Davin just rolls his eyes with a laugh and falls into step with his friend, hands in his pockets as they walk. He makes each streetlight flicker a little as they pass under it, just for kicks, and shoots Luke a sly look when he makes the crossing sign go from red to green at an empty crosswalk.

"What are you doing over at Bernadette's?" He asks as he crosses the street backwards, jerking his chin at Luke with a happy grin. "Janitorial?"

"You're such a child, use magic responsibly."

He grimaces when he thinks back of Nerium's night, how she was so sure that people wanted it out for the witches. "Network. Some stupid people that keep looking up pornography on their work pc."

"You need to lighten up, my friend." He knocks their shoulders together playfully and laughs before his expression goes a bit more serious. "'sides, I trust yeh."

Davin snorts and turns a corner, shaking his head. "What is the internet for if not porn, I ask yeh?"

He peers curiously at Luke, his expression one of mock concern. "You do know what porn is, don't you, dearheart?"

"Maybe that's a racist comment." He winks to show that he really doesn't mean that.

"And oh, no. Come on. People should just find somebody and be creative with them. In any way. Not that plastic nonsense."

"Hey, I've offered to get creative with you in any way plenty of times but you continue to break my heart with your heterosexuality." He gives Luke a teasing smirk and hops up onto a bench, arms out for balance as he walks along it and drops gracefully back down to the other side.

"I never meant to hurt your f-"

He notices the smirk. "You cheeky ..cheek. Don't accidentally fall on your face because your nerves accidentally shut down."

Davin is momentarily horrified, because for all his teasing he never meant to give Luke the impression that Davin has unrequited feelings for him, but then he remembers who he's talking to. He chuckles and rolls his eyes in fond amusement. "God, you're precious."

Luke is a good guy and he makes for a fine friend, and sure, Davin wouldn't mind a roll in the hay with him, but that's about as far as his feelings run.

He lets out a mock gasp of outrage and hops up onto the base of a lamp post, clinging to the post itself with one hand and leaning out like he's in Singin' in the Rain. "I am a graceful and agile creature, Luke. How dare you."

"No, I'm not. Dude, I'm a Sillicon Valley nerd that mixes cocktails to feed his garden because he can't find anyone to offer them to."

He winks. "I was talking about sabotage, Bambi."

Davin does stumble a bit at that, sliding indelicately from the base of the lamp post to land on the concrete and turn and stare at Luke in horror.

"Are ya tellin' me that you're pourin' perfectly good alcohol into the dirt?" Davin staggers theatrically and puts his hand over his heart, reaching forward to fist his hand in Luke's shirt and peer at him. "Please tell me it wasn't whiskey. My poor Irish heart couldn't stand it."

"Most of it is vegan, which you probably don't like and no- not whiskey. Whiskey is for my dad and if he'd discover I'm the reason his petunias are drowning, he might ground me."

Here he goes again with the stupid comments. "Don't overreact."

"Vegan cocktails? You brought that sh-stuff back from California with ya, aye?" He laughs and rolls his eyes, slinging his arm affectionately around Luke's neck as they walk up the street. "You never did get me humor, dearheart."

Luke grimaces. "I'm trying to life a vegan lifestyle now.. yes. No need for comments, I won't bother you with it."

"And I got a snake. A python. Don't make a sexual joke."

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Davin furrows his brow and wonder if he might have taken his ribbing too far. It wouldn't be the first time. He clears his throat and moves his hand to grip the back of Luke's neck reassuringly.

"Hey man, I'm not gonna knock how you live your life. If it's workin' for ya, I'm glad for it. Whatever makes ya happy, aye?" He gives Luke a small, genuine smile and lets go of him to walk by his side. "And because I respect ya, I'll refrain from any jokes. This time."

"I know that, I know that." He pushes against Davin's hand. "What's the deal with that neck grabbing, Davin? Where did you get that from?"

Davin winces, unable to read his tone and afraid he's tipped over into annoying. He bites his lip and then slides his hands into the pockets of his jeans, putting a few inches between them as they walk. "Bad habit, I guess."

Heck crackers, Luke can't do 'banter' to save his life.

"Dude, hey no, wait!" He angles at Davin's body before squeezing his neck. "Curiosity, Davin. Only curiosity."

"Oh." He chuckles a bit at his own overreaction and knocks their shoulders together. "I don't know, some people are weird about bein' touched."

He looks over at Luke and shrugs, not really sure how to explain it. He's probably a little touch-starved, due to a lack of physical affection from his parents growing up and a lack of physical intimacy now. "I'm just touchy feely, I guess."

"Just touchy feely. Sounds like a well constructed argument fof your behavior."

"Trying to be kidding, again. I wasn't judging." He shakes his head. "Too many people judge too easily and too often."

"Some people like me touchin' and feelin' them, I'll have ya know." He laughs but keeps his hands in his pockets, nodding along with Luke as he speaks. "Hell, ain't that the sorry truth. No point in it, is there."

"Oh, I'm sure. I don't know why you even hanged out with us, you were like a collector's items with some gi- oh yeah."

He scratches his collarbone. "Not working is making my brain shrink, I think. I think a nice touch with someone close to you can be ni- good. I'm just not into the super touchy, I think. Don't trust it, I guess. And that's a lot of thoughts and guesses on an easy subject."

"A collector's item?" He blinks in confusion, unsure of how to take such a remark. Everything he says next kind of makes Davin frown a little, brows furrowed thoughtfully, and he keeps his hands firmly in the pockets of his jeans. No more touching, duly noted. =