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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.]
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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"Thank you, m'dear. I actually recently met a girl who just moved here from Ireland. She makes me sound entirely generic." He chuckles to himself and then tilts his head to listen to her speak. His eyes go a bit soft and he reaches over to rest his fingers against the back of her hand for a moment. "I'm sorry to hear that."
He pats her hand and then pulls his hand back, resting his elbow on the table and propping his chin up in his palm as he looks at her. "So what brought you to our lovely cove?"
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Davin listens to her speak with a smile on his face, surprised and warmed by her openness with a near stranger. It sounds like she's had a hard life, and she still seems warm and friendly and kind. Davin admires that about her.
"I'm happy to hear that, love." He smiles and then nods at the waitress when she brings their food, thanking her quietly before turning back to Iris. "It's quite the place. I came here because my parents moved us here, and even though I don't really get along with them, I've never thought about leavin'. It's me home."
He's tired enough that his voice is a little rough, accent gone thick and lazy, and he smiles at her while dumping the dressing onto his salad. He's enjoying this quiet moment with his new friend, because they're going to be friends, he can tell.
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Davin takes a bite of her burger and looks at her with a more appraising eye when she mentions swimming, wondering if she might be a siren. She certainly is beautiful enough. God, Davin laughed his ass off when he found out that Siren Cove was full of actual sirens, because how on the nose is that?
"Aye, it is a nice place t'be if you fancy a swim." He sets his burger down and wipes his hands on a napkin before reaching for his drink. "I've never been to Seattle. Never been much of anywhere, really. If I ever manage t'scrape together some money for travelin', Ireland's where I go."