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[ROY BRUCE ROBINS]

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[attr="class","next"]The day was far too sunny for Roy's liking. Having to navigate the pavements of Diagon Alley with his eyes squinted wasn't the easiest of tasks. But, he pushed his way through the crowds nevertheless to get to the spot he had agreed to meet Ashton at. Hands thrusted deep into his pockets, he finally made his way to the little corner of Diagon Alley and leaned back against the brick wall as he awaited the arrival of his friend.

The warmth of the day had even been captured in the walls as Roy felt the hotness of the bricks transfer to his jumper. He was probably too early, he hadn't checked the time before he left. But, it had been a slow day for him. In the morning he had picked up a paintbrush and his canvas was still blank. He just didn't feel it in him so, he left not wanting to be mocked by all the paintings he hadn't done.

Damnit, Ashton. Where are you? He was starting to feel a little foolish being the only person standing still in a place where everyone was rushing to go somewhere. Then again, that was Roy his whole life. Being a fixed point.

His thought process of wondering what the two would do once Ashton was here was cut off when he actually spotted Ashton in a crowd. The guy was human sunshine, making the day even brighter than it was. It was impossible not to spot him. Roy waved at him before pushing past people to get to his friend. "For a second I thought you were going to leave me sweltering in the sun all by myself. Nice to see you, buddy."

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notes: excited for these two!!!

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It was a nice day - he was off from work which was rare, because even when he was off, he wasn't, he would walk Lena back to work and pretend to be working which resulted in real work happening, then he would disappear till lunch before he would eat it with Lena. Really - he was a mess, instead of just telling her he didn't work. But today he was going to invest his time spending with someone else, which was fine every once in awhile, it wasn't as if he was glued to Marlene's side.

Today was going to spend the day with his equally close best friend Roy. He left his flat which was just a few blocks from the Leaky Cauldron, rushing through the entryway in the back with a few fellow wizards, quickly stepping out and going to their normal meeting place. Which Roy had beaten him, it wasn't that surprising, someone had to be first and Ashton wasn't very prompt. Ashton waved back, approaching his friend as he made his way through the crowd of witches and wizard busy with their day. He was not surprised by Roy's response to Ashton's slight - lateness, which he wasn't even sure he was all that late, and the idea of looking at his watch to check was silly. "At least if you melted you have a healer friend on his way to rescue you like the princess that you are. It's nice to see you too." he of course didn't think that Roy was at all a princess, he just liked to jibe him. "How have you been doing? Painting I assume, or you're bleeding blue. Which is a medical mystery."

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[ROY BRUCE ROBINS]

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you found me

[attr="class","next"]Dragging his fingers through the curly mess that was his hair, he cursed in frustration as his fingers got stuck in the knots. The hair was a blessing and a curse. For most days he didn't have to brush it but, on the days he did decide to brush it he would wish he hadn't. Clumps of hair would be on the floor and Roy would be an angry mess. However, as he was out with Ashton, he didn't care about the way his hair looked. His friend would have to deal with it in all its glory.

"Ah yes, my knight in shining armor. Come to save me at last." Roy retorted with a grin and gave Ashton a clap on his back. He always found it amazing that his best friend was a healer. The guy was actually doing something, helping people whereas Roy was sitting around drawing. It wasn't something he would verbally admit to Ashton however, Roy had a feeling he probably already knew. "Oh what?" Hastily, he checked his hands to see smudges of blue paint on them and then allowed them to feel his face and managed to locate dry paint on his neck. "Oh great. Can we pretend this is the new trend? I can run back home and get some brushes to paint you blue too?" Pulling the sleeves of his jumper of his hand, he smiled up at Ashton. He was slightly taller but, Roy liked to pretend he didn't know that.

"But yeah, I've been paiting. Or at least trying to. Not feeling the vibes today. Otherwise I'm good. And you? How many lives have you saved so far?" From what he had heard, being a Healer was a busy occupation along with being tough so, it must have been hard for Ashton to have taken some time off. Feeling guilty about making him come along wasn't going to do anything so, Roy indicated for the two of them to start moving.

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notes: what a cutie ashton is

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He liked their banter, it made things easy. Ashton didn't have to worry or fret about anything that he said, it was just freely out. There was no concealing anything that was feelings, where he loved his other best friend which - was incredibly difficult to avoid at all costs when he was around Lena - which he worked with her, she came over to his house in the middle of the night, and he took care of her. It was a frequent feeling because - he was frequently around her. Which it wasn't bad, he liked being around her, he loved her, it was just - he needed to take some time to himself, to spend with his other friends. Ashton looked at Roy with a smile. "That's me. All I need now is a horse, or better yet a unicorn." not that he would actually want to ride a unicorn, that was probably dangerous and he saw who worked in the creature induced injuries department - not the kind of people he wanted to work on himself.

Ashton reached up and rubbed his chin thinking about the concept if he would look good as a blue person or if there was a better suited color for him. "Are you trying to insist to me that you want to work with living art because that's a fascinating medium of choice. However I would have to decline to be blue. I would request my own special color, unique with a wow factor." mostly because there was a lot you could do with it and well - it was interesting.

"Do we need to find you a serene looking body of water, because I know of a pond that may be serene, but last time I was there a duck attacked me." he was like seven, but that probably best to be left out for the story. "Nothing too extreme. About three." he always left out the part about losing someone, a few someone's. It wasn't always - wins.

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[attr="class","next"]Roy rolled his eyes as Ashton mentioned a unicorn. Of course, the guy couldn't go an hour without mentioning unicorns or sunshine or rainbows. He was just this ball of positivity that just seemed to expand. He didn't know if he was in admiration of that or if he was scared by it. Was that much happiness even possible? At least his friend managed to keep him in check. Whenever Roy's frowns lasted too long, Ashton would somehow manage to lessen it. "Well don't expect me to get you that unicorn. I can get you a small dog. Maybe. Or a goldfish." Rubbing his nose with his finger, he looked around at Diagon Alley as if by some miracle the crowd would have dispersed. He hated being able to feel others sweat.

"Living art? You shouldn't be giving me these ideas. Fine. What's your colour? I think neon green makes your eyes pop." It was lie. Neon green was a disgusting colour and Roy would not be friends with anyone who liked that colour. It was almost as bad a beige. But, at least beige was decent sometimes. Like for a background or giving depth to certain objects. Neon green provided nothing good in life. Roy was very passionate about the purposes and uses of colours. It was something that had developed in him the more he explored art.

He laughed as Ashton commented about small animals attacking him. "That's it. That's my next painting. Would you care to re-enact that for me in the near future? Or now?" It would certainly be an inspiring piece of art. One that would touch the souls of many. "Good for you. You're doing something useful. It's more than I can hope to do." Roy never really liked to get into serious discussions with Ashton, it just put a downer on the atmosphere they had created among themselves. So, he would always have to disguise borderline serious topics with some hilarity. It always did the trick.

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notes: i love them ahhhh

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Ashton was good about being positive. It was his forte, people were being murdered and he would like to ignore it all, for now, it was less ignoring and more or less trying not to get involved, even if he was a Muggle-Born and it was his fight, but he just hoped that it was all going to just go away and that he could just deal. Instead he would just worry about those who was involved. Ashton just rather focus on silly things than the seriousness that was around him. It was better. "Darn, I was hoping you would do that, now I'm going to have to try and find a herd all on my own. Also goldfishes are out my owl ate the last one I had." his owl was special.

He was used to this kind of silliness, it was the sort of thing that he needed in his life because it took away all the seriousness and that meant that he could have fun, not worry about Lena, or worry about work, he could just have a nice conversation. Something not really - exciting in the wrong way. Or the kind of pressure way that he didn't want to deal with. "Neon green is only acceptable if I glow in the dark." he insisted sternly. He wasn't really one to get painted fully because that was just - sort of odd, but if he needed to then he would, because that was what friends were for.
Of course it would be the duck story. Ashton being a small child and getting attacked by some poor animal and he was too nice not to fight back because it was a poor and defenseless animal that was biting his legs. "We'd need a duck, which I don't think is one around here." which was probably best, water foul wasn't really his friend. "You know art is important too, there used to be artwork that could be used as secret messages, or something that inspired others, that could be you too." which it could be.

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[ROY BRUCE ROBINS]

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[attr="class","next"]The whole war thing was not of Roy's interest in one bit. He prefered to sit on bleachers and watch everyone else tear each other's throats out and not get his own hands dirty. However, the discrimination against Muggleborns wasn't something he was cool with. In Hogwarts he pretended to be a Pureblood to get through each day in Slytherin and he was a half-blood so he could only imagine what it was like to be Muggleborn. Somehow Ashton persevered and Roy could only secretly admire that. "Your owl eats goldfishes? Is that healthy? I mean I'm not an owl expert by any means. Just wondering." Pets were never in Roy's good books. Either they hated him or he hated them. They were just too much effort and work. If he had a cat or dog, their fur would end up being multi-coloured.

Roy scoffed when Ashton mentioned glow in the dark neon green. "Only you would know how to make that colour even worse than it already is. Although seeing you glow in the dark would be pretty fun. You're giving me all these ideas." Perhaps he should have assigned Ashton to be his own, personal muse. The guy had given him more ideas for paintings in the short time that they had spent together so far today than he had for the whole week. "It doesn't have to be a real duck..." Roy teased whilst nudging his friend. He still had no clue as to where they were planning to go but, maybe he didn't need to know. It was nice to just see what came their way.

"I doubt I could do anything on such a large scale. I mean I just make it up as I go along, you know?" Nevertheless, he appreciated Ashton's support. It was just another reason to not give up completely. "We have to meet up more often. I can't keep waiting an eternity to see my best friend." It was only on rare occasions where Roy would title Ashton his best friend verbally.

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notes: sorry this took a while!!

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Ashton knew there were plenty of people who weren't comfortable with the stipulation of the war, that there was something awful going on out there and that it was better to glaze over those sections of the Daily Prophet, and go to the topics that were less dark and less about people losing their lives. He wished that he could ignore it, but it mattered to him simply because he was a Muggleborn, that all these lives were being lost because he existed, and that others like him did. He wasn't going to let himself become involved like others, hunting dark wizards, he would just - fix those that needed fixing. "I dunno, I'd ask someone but they sort of just give me this - questionable look like, how did you let your owl eat a goldfish." which generally just dealt with - Ashton wasn't home all the time and the owl needed to eat something.

His friend clearly needed to be inspired which meant that Ashton was doing his job by doing so. "Clearly thats why you hang out with me, so I can give you your inspiration for a period of time until you run out and you come back running." not that he minded, Ashton just had all sort of weird ideas and stories, if Roy could use them then that was good, it meant that someone benefited from him and his - weirdness. "Are we thinking - dressing a dog up like a duck, or just - trying to make a duck." transfiguration and all that probably helped with that whole creative genius and all.

"Well if you ever want to try something that was a bit - large scale I can always take you to some really moderately sized building that could use some street art on it, though I don't think they use paint for that, but creative output and all." Ashton just liked to ramble, bring out whatever he could into the conversation, because the last thing he needed was Roy to stop doing what he enjoyed. "Aweh how sweet of you, you're my best friend too, It's a date, or will be, when we synchronize our schedules, or when - I'm not working myself to death." which was a rarity, but he'd make time. Ashton - had a few best friends, but they were each individually special to him.

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[ROY BRUCE ROBINS]

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[attr="class","next"]"Yeah well, how does your owl eat a goldfish? Wouldn't it have to literally fish it out from the bowl or whatever? Pardon the pun. Because if so, and I'm not an expert, you might wanna consider feeding the thing some more." The truth was that Roy was in no position to give his friend advice considering his own history with taking care of animals. It was strange and wonderful how their conversations could just take a turn and end up on the topic of pet food. He enjoyed the ebbing and flowing of their joint narration. It felt natural. The conversation wasn't forced as it was with most people that Roy communicated with. No awkward small talk. When they did have periods of silences it wasn't weird, it was just the two of them wallowing in their thoughts and that was fine.

"Clearly." Roy repeated back to him with a firm nod. The two continued walking and Roy was pretty sure that at one point they would stop and realise they had been travelling in circles. Not that he minded, it was nice to just kick back and not really have to do anything of importance. No responsibilities or anything. Not that he had many in the first place... he was a painter. There were only so many duties. "If you can find the dog then yes, we'll dress it up. You might also have to find a duck costume. I hear they're not that big in demand so it might be quite the search." Anyone overhearing them would probably have quirked their brows. Like little kids discussing ideas for Halloween.

Roy contemplated the idea of a new art platform when Ashton suggested it. A moderately sized building. It might do wonders. Imagine the havoc he could cause. "That sounds promising. I wish I could give you something in return. Maybe I should just paint your face more." Ducking his head to avoid a rather low banner of sorts that came towards them, he then straightened out when their path was a little clearer. "Yeah, you need a break. I mean I know you can't really have many being a Healer and all but... take some time for yourself. Have a breather." Sometimes Roy was genuinely concerned about how hard his friend worked himself. It was endearing yet worrying.

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notes: roy talks too much at times

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Ashton honestly didn't know how his owl had managed to eat his goldfish, just one day after work his owl was sitting on his perch looking guilty if it was at all possible for an owl to be guilty and his goldfish was gone. Logical deduction stated that it was in fact the owl because there are a lack of thieves of goldfish in his complex. "To be honest, I have no clue, it was just poof - gone forever never to be seen again. He looked terribly guilty when I came home, or I could be wrong and the owl freed it into the ocean, which is silly my owl should be smart enough to know goldfish are fresh water." it seemed like a sad story because a pet got eaten and all, but he wasn't exactly attached to said goldfish, but it was a shame. Now he tried to take better care of his owl at least, or his pet would probably become creative enough to rummage through his drawers to find bread or something - better not leave it up to chance.

He liked that there wasn't a goal here, that they were going towards a point B and then it would end and finish. Ashton dealt with that sort of thing on a day to day, that he would go to work and have a routine, have something that was remotely planned, that there was always a plan to the unexpected, how people who were sick were treated, and how the protocol went. This was just going through the motions of movement which didn't need a thought it just happened and that was something he enjoyed, not having to think, enjoy the time he was having with his friend. He had to wonder if he actually knew anyone with a dog, or even a duck. "This is turning into a real project, that means we'll have to find someone who can sew - which is most certainly not a talent I have." healers didn't need to sew like doctors and nursing staff did, meant searching for one.

Ashton never asked of anything from anyone, he just liked to do for things for others because they were his friends, they were important people in his life. "Knowing you, you'll make me into a Picasso masterpiece, so I approve. But really - don't worry about it." he didn't need anything he was just happy being Ashton. "I have days off, I just use them to run back to St. Mungos for lunch, or something of that nature. But I'll certainly try and take more breaks." or something - try was better than flat out saying no right?

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