Flynn wouldn't necessarily say that he's hiding, venturing this far out of the city proper. Hiding would mean staying one place, wouldn't it? And he's been all over the city before finding himself in this particular spot, today!
But that's neither here nor there. He could have gone to the pub, he supposes. Well, not that he has a regular in the city, but he could have gone to a pub, and he could have gotten himself very drunk, but he knows just as well that that wouldn't have solved his problems. In fact, there's more than a slight chance it could have made them worse, and he really can't deal with worse just now. But he can't deal with being back there in that house for that matter either. Surveying the entire city seems to be his next best bet, right?
In truth, he's been walking for some time now and he hasn't entirely been paying attention to where he's been headed. Or where he's come from for that matter. Hands stuffed into the pockets of his greatcoat, he's been strolling along absently observing his surroundings and not really paying attention to where he's coming or going when he spots a figure crouched in the distance. Squinting, he takes a moment to make her out, before he raises a hand in greeting.
This has, undoubtedly, been a complete nightmare of a month. There had been a few bright spots here or there, but not enough so that Catra might consider this month to have been anything but a wash. She feels both exhausted and amped up in the worst of ways. It's left her on edge, nearly hyper-vigilant of her surroundings.
She notices the man approaching well before he seems to acknowledge her presence. At best, she thinks that he will just walk by and at worst, she imagines he might start some kind of problem. It wouldn't be the first time, for sure. She attempts to pretend that she doesn't notice him, focusing her efforts on plucking some dangerous mushrooms off the edge of a fallen log, and hopes that he will do the same.
However, as he gets closer, she realises that he wants something worse.
He recognizes her, just about the same time as she recognizes him, and he's grateful at once for the company and the familiar face, however new it might be.
That guy from before, she calls him, as he nods in response and searches his memory for whether or not she might have shared her own name in their first meeting.
"Catra, wasn't it?" he says, snapping his fingers as at last it comes to him. "Tides, I would say it's been a while, but that was only just last month, with the Sea Stalks, then, wasn't it?"
He reaches up to run a hand through his hair and over his face, doing his best not to look as tired as he feels. Only a month... "Time flies, doesn't it? What're you up to, so far out of the city?"
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late-october, just outside the city;
But that's neither here nor there. He could have gone to the pub, he supposes. Well, not that he has a regular in the city, but he could have gone to a pub, and he could have gotten himself very drunk, but he knows just as well that that wouldn't have solved his problems. In fact, there's more than a slight chance it could have made them worse, and he really can't deal with worse just now. But he can't deal with being back there in that house for that matter either. Surveying the entire city seems to be his next best bet, right?
In truth, he's been walking for some time now and he hasn't entirely been paying attention to where he's been headed. Or where he's come from for that matter. Hands stuffed into the pockets of his greatcoat, he's been strolling along absently observing his surroundings and not really paying attention to where he's coming or going when he spots a figure crouched in the distance. Squinting, he takes a moment to make her out, before he raises a hand in greeting.
"Ahoy!"
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She notices the man approaching well before he seems to acknowledge her presence. At best, she thinks that he will just walk by and at worst, she imagines he might start some kind of problem. It wouldn't be the first time, for sure. She attempts to pretend that she doesn't notice him, focusing her efforts on plucking some dangerous mushrooms off the edge of a fallen log, and hopes that he will do the same.
However, as he gets closer, she realises that he wants something worse.
Small talk.
"You're that guy from before," she answers.
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That guy from before, she calls him, as he nods in response and searches his memory for whether or not she might have shared her own name in their first meeting.
"Catra, wasn't it?" he says, snapping his fingers as at last it comes to him. "Tides, I would say it's been a while, but that was only just last month, with the Sea Stalks, then, wasn't it?"
He reaches up to run a hand through his hair and over his face, doing his best not to look as tired as he feels. Only a month... "Time flies, doesn't it? What're you up to, so far out of the city?"