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Watch Your Step
June 13th, 1889 — Padmore Park
Xavier was never particularly fussed about where and when he spent his time. He was pretty free to roam about as he pleased. Today, he had ended up in Padmore Park and was enjoying the June air. He had brought along a few breadcrumbs for the ducks and a bigger piece of bread for himself. Xavier was contemplating going out on one of those paddle boats. Then again, would he need a partner for that? Bummer, if so.  His attention was pulled away from the pond by a small sound of what he assumed was pain. "You all right there?" He asked, wondering if the other person had knocked themselves into the bench or something.


Felicity appeared as Phil, a young man with a bit of a beard wearing simple clothing: trousers, a workman's shirt, vest, tie, and brown rutty robes on top of all that. He had given a slight if not less than manly growl of annoyance as his robes snagged on the bark bench nail. He paused and looked up, "Heh, uh yes." He had a deep voice and quite the pronounced adam's apple. His dark brown locks pulled up under a hat and dark brown eyes surveyed the other's male figure. "You'd think someone would repair this hunk of fire wood hmm? Or at least the nails for coffins?" He suggested jokingly. There was a wry smile and a twinkle in his eye. He was charming in an odd sort of way, eccentric really. "Name's Phil, Philip Gallagher." He put out a hand, "Shake a poor devil's hand, or perhaps too good of a sir?" The man challenged. He didn't seem to realize his upper thigh as bleeding, apparently that rusty nail that snagged his robes had snagged him as well.

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