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Ravel was going to start swinging the bag as he made his way down the schoolyard path out to the meeting spot with Cillian, but remembered just in time. Instead he hummed a little as he walked, the girly blue long-sleeved top paired with a loose hooded jacket robe that draped below his shoulders. He didn't mind bringing food; money was not an issue

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Cillian stared out at the lawn, leaning languidly against a tree. It wasn't often he had dinner with someone other than Yu Hua. A picnic, no less. Or something of one. He had a worn canvas bag slung over one shoulder, containing only a blanket and a small bag of scones on the off chance that Hawksley had actually meant dessert. Cillian was hoping he hadn't.

When he spotted the boy, he raised one hand in a small greeting, though otherwise stayed put. He would never really understand these boys dressed as women, not the psychological aspect of it, but Ravel was pretty, so he cared very little. "Evening," he murmured when the boy drew closer.

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Ravel smiled demurely at Cillian, waving a hand before making his way over. He leaned over, peeking at the bag.

"A surprise for me? Hee~" He proferred up the bag of food up.

"I kept my promise. Hope you like pasta, cutie." Leaning in so he was pressed up against Cillian a little, he smiled teasingly.

"Where are we eating? Somewhere private, I hope."

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Cillian's gold eyes narrowed, and he smiled down at the boy against him. No, he couldn't have meant dessert. Ah, he loved humans. "Private enough," he answered quietly, and cocked his head towards the forest that bordered the grounds. Reluctantly, he straightened and left his lean against the tree, and Ravel, and began to walk. "Is this the chicken pasta?"

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"Good guess." Ravel followed next to him, food bag hanging from one hand as he touched on his lips with the other.

"So, Mr. Groundskeeper. How long have you been working here?"