#bergen_county

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Adam, parked in front of the apartments, regards them grimly. With a sigh, he gets out and goes in. The smell of paint? The... glow of Sidhe? He tries to figure out how/where to find Lady Sparrow but would love to avoid the fourth floor. He scopes it out, and climbs as needed.

He hears singing.

"I used to think maybe you loved me now, baby, I'm sure
And I just can't wait 'til the day when you knock on my door
Now every time I go for the mailbox, gotta hold myself down
'Cause I just can't wait 'til you write me you're coming around..."

"I'm walkin' on sunshine, whoa-oh..." She dances as she paints, in a happy zone.

Curious, he follows the sounds. It's not Piper.....

Not as good as Piper, but on key!

Adam sees the wings first - Bronze and brass and copper feathers, they gleam even in the artificial lights. Her red hair is in a messy bun, and she wears a cut-down t-shirt over shorts. Paint spatters her.. fetchingly. Despite the casual clothing, Sparrow is arrestingly lovely.

And Adam.... arrests.

Right there where he stands.

Boom.

Her hips shake in time to the music.

Adam mentally flat-lines.

"Hello?" One earbud removed and she glances back.

A handsome mortal stares at her, awstruck, yearning, wordless.

"Ah - Adam, is it?"

She taps off her music. "Well, I'm going to guess so. Hi! I'm Sparrow." She extends a hand.

He tries to talk but can't.... his voice just doesn't materialize. His mouth moves, a bit. He looks at her hand like it's a foreign object, but one to be treasured.

"Brekke said you'd be coming to chat."

His head goes up and down.

"Right, so..." Encouraging tone.

He manages a step closer.

"Right..."

"Progress... do try blinking? I'm just Sparrow."

She asks...... so he blinks. A lot.

Semaphore.

"Okay, so you are hearing. Breathe?"

Maybe? He tries. DEEEEP in.... DEEEP out.

A sigh.

He tries again, Innnnnn and Ouuuuuuut.

And blinks.

"Well, anyways. Heard you've had a lot of weird upheavals of late." She picks up her brush.

A nod, watching her every move.

She paints for a while.

The boy watches, enthralled by every move.

"So..."

"Tell me about yourself?"

"Adam." He breathes. "Lady. Adam."

"Yes, Adam."

"What do you like to do, Adam?"

He looks rewarded. "Uh."

"I played ball. Basketball."

"And, uh, oh! I drive. And patrol."

"Basketball? That's nice. And patrol for the lodge? You fight?"

"Yes. Uh, Yes, my Lady. My Lady. Yes."

"Just Sparrow. Or Julia, I guess, here."

"Here?"

"At the apartments. I believe they're almost all our people... but.." A graceful shrug.

"Julia..." He breathes respectfully, watching.