"Well well, if it isn't Hollywood." It's kinda hard to take the jovial greeting as anything other than something bordering on 'light threat' as October's hefting an axe from hand to hand in the side yard of the Listeners' House- especially when he seems to have caught Jordan's approach without even turning around. "What's the occasion then, killer? If you're here for a working over, I'm afraid I'm a little busy." He steps back, and with one violent swing, cleaves the log in front of himself in two, tearing the hatchet head back out of the stump and placing another. "You could also put a little work in outside of being pretty, if you were so inclined, but who am I to give any orders, mm?" To October's credit, the standoffish nature was, at it's core, his nature, and Jordan had never taken issue with it, rough-edged and dangerous to... anyone fool enough to enter his orbit, after all.
"Quite the hit at that whole speed-dating thing, weren't ya, handsome? Don't think I didn't know what you were up to. You're lucky it's a game I like playing." Another swift swing of the axe, another splitting of wood. "Get over here and set me up again."
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