A Tearful Reunion? {Closed;Brady
† "Give it a break! It’s just a darn cat." He lets out a huff of annoyance and turns aside, mostly because he has no other comeback. Ever since childhood, Owain had always been good at these sorts of things, and Brady, not very. In the end, it was just who Owain was, and would always be: flamboyant and talkative.
"Well…" Amber hues fall over Owain’s choice of clothing, comparing it to his. While it was no thick priest’s robe, and fell short when it came to the forearms, what of it came in contact with his skin seemed padded with enough material to keep him warm enough. But, he assumed, things weren’t always the way they seemed — the yellow outfit could be thinner than he expected. ”Your odd myrmidon get-up ain’t half-bad, either, with all of that wool paddin’ inside. I thought clothing like that was supposed to keep ya warm,” he comments, inspecting it thoughtfully.
"What kind of nonsense is that? Power outages?" Squinting, he tilts his head to the side, confused by the foreign term. His first day in the city wasn’t turning out so dandy, with these haphazard weather conditions. He lifts his staff from the snowy ground, leaving a small, six-inch hole in the ground. "Huh, I guess I am tough— h-hey!” The small ego that inflates quickly finds itself deflating back again. "Don’t go blurtin’ that kind of information out loud!" Despite how he protests, however, laughing and joking like this, especially with a friend, is a welcome reprieve.
He follows Owain’s gaze and finds himself staring at the shack-like structure that the blond had indicated. Though tinier in size than he would have liked, the freeze would not permit for the either of them to search further. He nods, in understanding, and the more he looks at the shed, the less shabby it looked. "Looks like it’ll have to do for now. I don’t suppose you’ve got any tea or anythin’ warm, right…?"
"Ah... That's right... Your simpleton mind is unable to comprehend such complex and convoluted terminology coined by our new surrounding's people! Looks like you're little brains and no brawn, Brady." He begins his tirade on the poor priest who has done nothing to deserve such a cruel and unusual speech. Though, he doesn't mean much harm with his words. After all, they both know Brady's the one with bigger brains! ...Probably. "I'm sure you can understand; it's simple a lack of power -- electricity, even! Eh, but don't worry about it." He ends his harangue with a shrug, thinking nothing of it especially since they've all been pretty well off without power before. Still, being here for a while with the luxury of this electricity does affect one's ability to cope without it...
Without warning, Owain immediately begins to make his way towards the small building once he caught Brady's attention. He can't help but laugh when the other makes a request for some tea, thinking about how ridiculous it'd be if he really did have something like that with him on hand. Still, he figures he could amuse the other's question for a little bit.
"Uhh yeah, I have some tea... It's that kind your mom likes or something, I dunno, my mom told me about it once." He pretends to rummage through his pockets for the alleged tea he had on hand, even checking through his sleeves. "What was it, black tea? Ah, and I know I had that vial of bear blood around here somewhere, too bad it's probably gotten cold... Aha! There it is--"
"--Just kidding!" With a simple wave of his hand, he shows Brady that there is no "bear blood" or even any black tea in his possession before turning around (while walking backwards, of course) with a more serious look on his face. "Ho, Brady, I have no idea what kind of man you take me for, but I most certainly do not carry tea of any kind on my person at all!" Wagging his finger at the other in a scolding fashion, Owain stops at the wooden door once the two arrive at the building, gently pushing it open from its hinges. He takes a quick peek inside to make sure it's safe and there are no suspicious individuals prowling about before sauntering in himself. "Alrighty then, now that we're here, what do we do?"
