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[Rowan Hunt]

I smile weakly, "No worries. I'd rather you knew the truth than speculated."

[[Oh wow, that's uber. *grins like a loon*]]

[Alexandra Foster]

I nod, and try to think of a change of subject.
I'm sitting next to a murderer. How do you change the subject from that?
"So... um... ah... how old's your daughter, that you mentioned earlier?"

((Loons are weird. I don't like you anymore.))

[Rowan Hunt]

"Um..." I thought for a moment, "I...er...don't actually know, to be completely honest," I scratch the back of my head, "See, she's not really been mine, for a long time, and then suddenly her mum's gone so I don't really have a choice," I realise how that sounded and hastily add, "Not that I don't want her or anything. I mean, I love her and all, it's just I'm not used to it." I trail off.

[[fine grins like a lemming then]]

[Alexandra Foster]

"Ah," I nod. "Well... she can't be that old. Can she talk?"

((Go, lemmings, go! Yeah, fine, I still like you. ))

[Rowan Hunt]

"Yeah, she can talk pretty well. Enough to accuse people of turning into the opposite gender anyway." I laugh slightly. "And argue with me...a lot."

[[yeah lemmings rock.]]

[Alexandra Foster]

I shrug. "So... two or three? Angela does that. And I think she started talking at about... 22 months or something." I smile. "And what does she argue with you about?"

((Er... 'go, lemmings, go!' is more a way of saying, 'if the stupid people want to go jump off a bridge because everyone else is, good riddance.' But anyway. Andy says he thinks of you as a little sister, and I told him I would tell you that, then ask you to run over his foot again.))

[Rowan Hunt]

"Yeah, probably about that. And she argues with me about everything...and takes everything literally...like when...well, my brother's not a kid person and it was kind of awkward when they got introduced and they just stared at each other a bit so I hit him and told him to say something, and he said 'er...don't talk to strangers?' so now she won't talk to anyone unless she's asked me if she can and shaken their hand first." I laugh, "And then I tell her she doesn't have to do that as long as I'm there, but she argues about that. And whether or not I scare women away because that's what my brother also told her. And whether it's allowed to set big beetles loose in other people's houses. And if she's allowed to listen to Morgan when she tries to teach her bad words. And just about everything."

[[haha, oh well. WHAT? I AM NO GIRL! I would run over Andy's foot but he's kind of all bluerky at the moment so we have to give the guy a break right now.]]

[Alexandra Foster]

I laugh for a while and shake my head. "She sounds really cute... and it's nice that she's cautious. And that she thinks you scare people... that's always a plus." I shake my head again. "Who's this Morgan person who's trying to corrupt your kid?"

(( So I've heard... so in that case could you please sneak up behind him and put him in a chokehold sort of hug? Thanks.))

[Rowan Hunt]

"Yeah, she is," I laugh slightly, "And she has an imaginary pet butterfly who likes to throw around and maim." I shake my head slightly, "Morgan? Oh, Morgan is my brothers dead girlfriends little sister, so she says she's his not-sister, so that makes her my not-not-sister apparently. But yeah, overly hyper Gryffindor fifth year, goes by Row, but I call her Morgan. Likes to teach small children things they shouldn't know."

[[yeah, i will.]]

[Alexandra Foster]

I nod. "Wow. That's quite a description." I laugh. "I had an imaginary Fuzzy when I was little. I'm still not sure exactly what a Fuzzy is, but apparently he ate things that scared me and was very cuddly." I shrug.

((Thanks. Laura wants to give him a hug too. Unless of course he starts getting pissed at all the hugs he's being given.))
((And this is slightly... weird... but Maria wants to be your stalker, and would like to know if that's okay with you.))

[Rowan Hunt]

"Yeah, sure is," I laugh slightly, "A fuzzy? Well, as long as it worked for you when you were little, you don't need to know what it actually was. We have Chouko the butterfly. Because Chouko is Japanese for butterfly, and she's Papillon, which is French for butterfly. She likes them." I shrug slightly.

[[nah, he's cool about it and he says thanks. haha, yeah, if she wants to be she can be my stalker.]]

[Alexandra Foster]

I raise my eyebrows. "Very multicultural," I nod. Then grin. "So did you have any imaginary friends?"

((Cool. And I'm sure she'll be pleased when she wakes up. Only 8:30 on a Sunday here, so... yeah. No one else is awake. They never are. Anyway... I also need to point out that it is statistically unlikely for Rowan to be interested in the same three people who are interested in him. I mean that's just weird.))

[Rowan Hunt]

"Yeah, I thought so. I have odd friends, they put odd ideas into her head." I laugh slightly, "Imaginary friends? Um...not that I remember...I don't think so."

[[Yeah, well I feel bad if someone likes me (or my character; goes for fiction and real life) and I don't at least try and like them back. Some built in weird thing I have. *shrug*]]

[Alexandra Foster]

I nod again. "So did you have any real friends?" I ask, trying not to smile.

((Okay... although he is hopefully unaware of Andra's feelings, so... yeah. *shrug* You're weird.))

[Rowan Hunt]

"Hmmm..." I pretend to think, "No." I laugh.

[[Yes, he is. Blissfully oblivious. And yes, I am weird.]]

[Alexandra Foster]

I shake my head. "Didn't think so. You were a lonely, strange child who spent his time shredding corn husks into little pieces and commanding invisible armies... weren't you?"

((Actually, you're "hilarious" according to Laura, who laughed for several seconds when I told her. No offense.))

[Rowan Hunt]

I laugh, "No, I was the sort of sad, strange child who wondered around, glaring at strangers and muttering to myself."

[[Lol, none taken.]]

[Alexandra Foster]

"Ah..." I say, nodding. "That's actually kind of sad. Did you really have no friends?"

[Rowan Hunt]

"I had a couple...I didn't really like people. Just stuck to hanging around with my brother and his psychotic twisted and generally sadistic friends, or just stearing clear of people altogether." I shrug.

[Alexandra Foster]

"Hmm... fun..." I comment, and then pick at the edge of one of my books again.

[Rowan Hunt]

"Oh yeah," I mutter with a shrug.

[Alexandra Foster]

I sigh. "So... um... what do you do for fun?" I ask, before we descend into yet another of those awkward subjects.

[Rowan Hunt]

"Haven't we had this conversation?" I ask.

[Alexandra Foster]

"I have no idea," I shrug. "But if we have then I don't remember.... Just humor me or we'll wind up talking about all the awkward things again."

[Rowan Hunt]

"Oh right, okay. Um...I talk to people...and chase after my daughter...and fly a lot. That's about it really. You?"

[Alexandra Foster]

I shrug. "Hm... also fly, also talk to people... um... look at stars and... I used to babysit. Make a really great pinata if you ever need to get away from your kid," I grin.

[Rowan Hunt]

I laugh, "Thanks for the offer, I might take you up on that. She's driving...uh...everyone insane. Too much energy. And very stubborn, so...uh...yeah, if you're still interested after I told you that," I smile, "Feel free to help out."

[Alexandra Foster]

I shrug. "Sure, why not? Like I said, most kids hit me. Or force me to dress up in their grandmother's clothes so they can tackle me. I can handle energy. And stubborness."

[Rowan Hunt]

"Er...wow, interesting kids you've been babysitting," I chuckle slightly.

[Alexandra Foster]

"Very," I say dryly, nodding... then frown. "The oldest one won't let me near her anymore though... bit by a werewolf a couple months ago, and now she hides from everyone 'cause she thinks she's going to hurt them."