River 3} Owen and Jarv

Owen played by Kiwi, Jarv played by Marcy

Owen was sitting on the riverbank throwing stones into the water. He chuckled and layed back on the concrete. he looked up at the night sky and snorted. Out again at random and tired he put his hands behind his head and just smiled

Jarv would be walking by, looking a little bit worse for wear and would be walking along the riverbank. His eyes up to the sky, he wasn't looking were he was going and would... Trip over Owen.
"Oh fuck..." Jarv would say this from the ground.

Owen oofed and quickly sat up. Her looked at Jarv. "Oh shit dude sorry are you okay" He got up and quickly made a move to help him up "Hey sorry are you alright. looks like you took a tumble there haah and I may have been the one to make you do so"

Jarv would begin to try and stumble up from the ground but due to the way he tried to get up, it was obvious he was extremely exhausted.
"No... Don't say sorry... Its my fault." Jarv would yawn at the end of that. A lot of the energy having been sucked out of him due to many days in those dark catacombs.

Owen looked at him curiously noticing his disheveled manner. "Uh hey dude are you alright you seem kinda...well i don't know a little weird?" Owen blinked for a second before realizing he just said that "Okay well you don't look weird okay I didn't mean that i wasn't trying to like insult you sorry. I just ment you seem like you are acting kinda strange and stuff" he chuckled a little nervouly.

"I think the correct term is disheveled." Jarv wouldn't have a hint of aggravation flash across his face. Mostly because he knew the guy was right... Being in a catacombs would make you look like... Well a bum. Gog did Jarv miss being able to look fancy... This life was better then being dead but still... Fancy...
"But you are right on the weird part." He would chuckle and it would sound very hoarse. He then realized he was in pretty bad shape all things considered.

Owen chuckled softly and shrugged. "well I mean we're all a little bit weird I mean look at me. I have a spoon hoodie and like silverwear. Hey do you need some help or something though you look to be in pretty bad shape?" He asked tilting his head to the side a bit

"I..." Jarv would debate on taking his offer. He didn't know if this guy was spy or something or... But he was wearing a spoon on his chest sooo...
"I just need a place to lay my head." A nap was all he needed.

"Um" he hummed and looked towards the direction of his apartment. He shrugged "I live close you can rest there I guess" this was probably a bad idea but lets be honest most of what he did was a bad idea. "come on" he waved his hand and started to walk.

Jarv, who was shocked by this guys kindness would walk behind him. But of course his hand was in his pocket on his shortsword if this strange spoon guy tried to do anything... Out of the ordinary.
"Thank you..." Jarv would nod his head slightly and give him a small smile.

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