[ti]private[/ti]Moyll yn laa mie fastyr

There was always a part of Ibis who wanted people to ask more about the things he said - maybe it came from streaming, always looking for another way to fill dead air. He didn't have a co-host, he rarely chatted with other streamers, he mostly kept to himself and his chat, but chat were good at pulling at the strings he left lying around. It made everything flow nicely, and gave him less time to have to actually think about what to say. But the quiet from Muin was welcome, more so than any question would have been. Nobody wants to talk about how much they disliked their childhood in front of someone who was probably well adjusted, like Muin so obviously was.

"Pft, cities are cities are cities, right? Though... honestly, Detroit is losing that status fast. You should see all the boarded-up houses. At least London has people for miles around, huh? And you guys got the king!" He nods sagely, as though inputting the most unheard-of, never before seen information in the world.

In regards to actual interesting information, though, Pace would lean back a little and listen to Muin discuss Celts and Ogham and Moons and Sacred Trees with the sleepy passion that a child might pay attention to a bedtime story. Was it the way that Muin spoke, the vibe of the place as a whole? Or maybe it was the fact that what Muin was actually talking about seemed to deeply matter to him - maybe it was some hyperfixation or maybe he'd studied Celtic history at university, Ibis had no idea, but it was certainly nice to let him talk on, and when Muin finishes there's a couple seconds of pause before Ibis speaks again, hoping that he might just decide to tell him the entire history of Insular Celts and their trees for the next hour or so.

"...I like that. So they had zodiacs, huh, but with trees? I like that. You'll have to tell me your birthday in proper words sometime, so I can get you a gift, duh." And he wasn't even joking! Ibis, the labrador he was, bonded with people hard and fast, and was it strange to consider Muin a friend already? Nope! Not for Ibis, not for Pace. And friends got birthday gifts.

Just then, Ibis gets a notification, a gentle little ding. External sound notice, it pops up, Phone call/alarm. Ah, damn it. Gym time, but... he wanted to just stay here, and talk.

"Ugh... I gotta go, boring real life stuff, y'know how it is. But..." Ibis turns to look at Muin as he gets to his feet, and offers his silver-haired friend a smile. "This has been pretty fun, huh? Next time we hang out, let's do something like this again". The next time we hang out. There was no choice, there, it seemed.