April showers bring May flowers, though from the weather as of late, the saying seemed to be prediction a rather flowerless month of May. There were positive aspects for this, there should hopefully be less people sneezing their ways through the streets of NYC and the normal complaints due to allergies. He didn't have to worry about such things himself, but handing out tissues did dry his hands out quicker. Less flowers right now also had the great side effect of less bees, and less bees meant hopefully squirrels would be limited. Treacherous beasts frankly.

With the weather as nice as it was, Eion couldn't help but take advantage of the mild weather. Soon enough the tourist attractions of the city would be flooded with knee grabbing, whinny children hogging up all the good prime locations for real animal viewing pleasure. Children were nice and all, if they were kept far away from him while he was trying to find things which could be complicated by such age disabling distractions.

Walking through the zoo, there was one habitat in particular which he desperately wished to seek out before the stroller bound parade trampers took over. Those were the worse to get stuck behind while in public. Mothers seemed to have the unawareness of exactly how society functioned. Proper warning should be given if they were going to abruptly stop or at least have hazards available to let others know they were in the throwing range of tantruming toddlers. Even with the children strapped down into those rolling riots, they had an uncanny ability to still get their hands onto and into everything. A perfectly good pair of slacks could be ruined with just one brush in with an armed ice cream ankle bitter.

Walking into the man made cave, the drop in temperature could be felt by simply pressing any limb or body part against the glass. How penguins lasted in the summer in the city was astounding, but in the winters the wobbling birds must be pleased with the frozen precipitation. Brushing his hand against the glass, the cool water had a calming effect. Three penguins swam past his hand, as if they were playing a game. Tranquil, quiet, perfect.

Though all good things couldn't stay that way, far from it. High up in a tree, the commander of the zone seemed to be scoring out the battlefield, looking for the enemy. The two bulging black eyes spotted the victim and sent the charge order to its minions. Raiding food dishes of zoo animals and scavengering up crumbs from glutton guests whom walked on two legs. The first legion broke through the line of trees and were off to raid the trash cans. One furred soldier of war broke from the line and scattered into the giant cave.

Eions's eyes were fixed upon the graceful moves of the penguins and unaware of the dangerous beast storming its's way through. Holding his cup of coffee off to his side, his weight leaned against the exhibit. On four legs, the grey animal darted between the wall and legs of people watching the penguins. Feeling something against his ankle, Eion barely caught a glimpse of the source to the domino effect. The cup of coffee went airborne, and his heart flew up into his nose. A SQUIRREL. Sadly enough, the squirrel was the least of his worries, hot coffee had left the cup and found its way onto......

... the chest of a pretty blonde Russian girl, thus bringing reality and Hollywood dangerously close together.

"SH*T" Sveta cursed in eloquent Russian, wiping hot coffee from her bare skin "What the hell?!"

Sure, the crowd was huge and there were kids running around everywhere as if something was on fire. Sveta was dressed in jeans, a shirt and long gloves ot avoid skin contact as much as possible, but she allowed herself to wear a shirt with a decent cleavage, since cleavage contact was much less likely (unless she wanted Jude to borrow Godzilla powers and murder people).

And down the hot coffe went, strainght into said celavage. Ugh.

Why was the guy tossing coffee around anyway?!

Coffee into the bosom, the chest of a woman he didn't know at all and from the sounds of it, this was a woman who didn't speak English. The odds of such a thing happening were low, but if a squirrel could start a chain reaction like this, it was rather possible for this to all happen apparently. The little furry demons of rodent proportions, they were after him for sure. His eyes could not help but follow the direction of his recently owned beverage. It was almost like one of the American television commercials, the way the drink ran down smooth skin, droplets beading and sending seductive images off the natural curves of the female body.

Abandoning the now empty container, Eion's hands fumbled about into his pockets for anything he could use to bring this situation into a better outcome. It was upon the fabric feeling in his finger tips that a hankie was pulled out. Armed with a hankie, he did what any gentleman would do, patting the fabric to the wet chest. Not sure what language was spoken, he couldn't know for sure if she even spoke English. The words were not Gaelic nor English. Other then those two, figuring out the exchange of words would be fruitless.

Drying off this woman was top priority.

By the time Sveta finished sucking on her teeth from the pain of hot coffee seeping into her skin, the guy was standing right in front of her, dabbing at her... chest. A gloved hand came up to swat his hand away.

"Don't" she muttered, taking the hankie from him "Don't touch me."

She was not yelling; she was not really angry at the guy, accidents do happen. She was just angry at the coffee. Dammit, the only place she did not cover up on her body, and there, someone has to go ahead and paw at it, risking mutant...

... hey.
...
... HEY.

Sveta looked up, actually looking at the face of the guy for the first time.

"You are an adapted."

The only coffee buzz she could feel was the stinging on her skin.

Drying off by dabbing didn't seem to be working quick enough, though having his hand swatted at as if he were a child trying to steal a cookie from the jar before dinner. Yet in another concept of what was going on, it could be said in comparison this wasn't much different then what a child would do in order to get that cookie. He certainly was not staring at what he was trying to clean off, but to not admit his eyes seeing what it was seeing would be a complete lie. Beauty was in the eye of the beholder, and beauty was exactly what he was seeing. Upon having the drying instrument removed from his grasp, Eion's hand was left in the air for a few moments lost in transition. Drying her off seemed like the perfect thing to do, yet here he was getting the opposite reaction from what he expect.

A moment of divine revelation had been given, that or the miraculous need for a common form of communication. Eion's mouth flapped open and shut a few times like a fish. Without the hankie to resolve his problem, he was left to find other methods to improve what had happened. "Penguins pardons." Apparently with his eyes observing the area of inflected pain, his mouth babbled out nonsense. He might have been told to not touch her, but he had to. Warm coffee spills against the bare flesh had to inflect pain. Not having an ice pack on him, he had to improvise. It would be an utter shame if this gorgeous woman was scarred due to his own coffee. With his hand guiding, Eion went for the coldest available thing, the penguin water. Of course it was behind rather thick glass, so he would have to get her up against the glass and hope by touch it would be cold enough. Hopefully the penguins wouldn't mind the view he was creating. It wasn't every day you pressed a grown woman up against glass to cool her breasts.

>> "Penguins pardons."

Whe guys and boobs are involved in the same sentence, a girl can bet her life that the guy is not listening to a word she says.

On the other hand, penguins on the other side of the glass were definitely in for an eyeful.

"Hey!" she protested, being pushed towards the glass "The hell?!"

Stepping away from him just in time to avoid turning into a bad beer commercial for aquatic animals, she glared at the guy, hand still wiping at her chest "I'm fine, and dat's a stupid idea. Did you hear what I just said?"

The woman was near impossible, and if she didn't get something cold against her flesh soon things could look poor for swimsuit season. The pleas for him to not touch her and avoid helping seemed fruitless on both ends. She didn't want his assistance, and he didn't want to ruin natural art in the finest form. Struggling now to bring her into the glass, his efforts were quickly becoming pointless. However, the penguins on the other side of the glass did seem to find some amusement in the activity showcased for them in their swimming arena.

"For the sake of your own health, your tatas need something cold or you'll be supporting a blistering breast." Tatas was one of the slang words the American folk used around here, right? Though why he was trying to blend in with the country he was living in while the blond seemed to hold a foreign accent as well seemed as pointless as his efforts to save the fine quality of her chest. "My ability to heed any mutated ability you have right now is the last thing on my mind, unless you can heal from a burn in a blink of an eye, I protest against your orders. For the sake of the penguins, just lean into the cold glass until I can find something more useful."

The words of the Irish man were quick and to the point. Yet he didn't raise his voice but sang the words more out in a coax. The thought of how ridiculous this all seemed didn't enter his mind at all, instead he could picture his face being framed in a newspaper and labeled the 'Bosom Bandit'. This would not help in his efforts to receive duel citizenship. "Please Cumann."


*Cumann: Friendship, love; companionship*

>>"For the sake of your own health, your tatas need something cold or you'll be supporting a blistering breast."

"My whut now?" Sveta blinked, momentarily forgetting the burning pain. Where the hell did that guy come from? She could barely catch every fifths word he said.

>>"My ability to heed any mutated ability you have right now is the last thing on my mind, unless you can heal from a burn in a blink of an eye, I protest against your orders. For the sake of the penguins, just lean into the cold glass until I can find something more useful."

Okay, so there was "ability" and "penguins" in there. Did his ability have something to do with penguins? That just made displaying her boobs worse. Sveta blinked in confusion.
Jude speaking Frenglish did not prepare her for dealing with... whatever this guy was.
Leaning into the glass? Sure, because that would not look awkward at all.

>> "Please Cumann."

"My name is Sveta" she pouted, walking over to a drinking fountain nearby. Who was this guy worrying so much about her boobs anyway? Splashing cold water on her cleavage felt darn good too. And delightfully penguin-less.

There were hundreds of words he could think of to describe that particular part of female anatomy, but was it really important to relish this information right now. He should though think of something that might translate into some form or fashion she could understand. Though in the amount of time it took the Irish man to put any words into his mouth, the woman was already strolling to the water fountain. Of course, water fountain, why didn't he think o f that personally?

His soft eyes watched the catch of the day leaving him for public water. As much as he loved to watch the penguins and all, there was something to be said about a blond bombshell watering her chest. With a little bit of channel surfing under his thumbs, he had seen an episode or two of Baywatch, and this seemed to be a possible sequence used on the set. Lucky for him, he didn't have to pay a bit for the free show going on. There was no electric or cable bill needed for this, thank goodness too.

Removing his thin jacket from his body, Eion draped it over the shoulders of the woman. "My apologies for the coffee." With a light touch, he put his hand right on top of her shoulder. "I didn't hurt you to badly did I Sveta?" Her name was drawn out as his tongue struggled with the combination of sounds together. If only he had a beer can in his hand instead, this wouldn't have been an issue in the slightest. Yet he just had to have that coffee today. He honestly needed to stop drinking that stuff. "Let me make this up to you. Perhaps lunch?"

>>"My apologies for the coffee. I didn't hurt you to badly did I Sveta?"

Well, at least he was a gentleman, or he was pretending really well. Sveta shrugged into the jacket for good measure, nobody needed to see more of her imrpovised wet t-shirt than they already had.

"I'm fine" she sighed, she'd just go home and change, no big deal.

>>"Let me make this up to you. Perhaps lunch?"

Uh-oh. There we go. Sveta smiled a bit, almost as an apology, even though it was the guy trying to apologize to her.

"I have a boyfriend" she learned to be up front about that "You don't owe me anything, accidents happen."

Of course she had a boyfriend, why wouldn't she have one? With cleavage like that, if she didn't have a boyfriend he would have to make a double look to make sure they were real and she wasn't a himshe. He didn't have anything against people that were two genders at the same time or had surgery to technically be labeled as the opposite gender of their birthing sex, but he wasn't exactly sure how he felt making a move or finding them mildly attractive. Was he trying to get anything out of this all, spilling his coffee and his attempts to chill her breast on penguin glass?

"My intentions might not be clear, I'm not trying to take advances on you." Though he certainly wouldn't complain if he did receive any advances back on his end. "I should have offered a trip to the pharmacy and treat you to a bottle of burn cream or Aloe." Tossing the empty cup into the trash can, the Irish man started to fish about inside his wallet. "But if you want, I can take you and your boyfriend out for lunch, but at least let me get something for that burn." With a frown knitted in his eyebrows, his head shook slightly. "Don't take this the wrong way, but someone might mistake your shirt right now as a leak from nursing." Clearing his throat, his fingers went to work zipping up the coat.

>>"My intentions might not be clear, I'm not trying to take advances on you. I should have offered a trip to the pharmacy and treat you to a bottle of burn cream or Aloe. But if you want, I can take you and your boyfriend out for lunch, but at least let me get something for that burn."

Well, at least he was trying. That was kind of cute. Sveta sighed and let the anger go; the burn was not that bad after all, and it was really not the guy's fault, with that many rugrats skittering around, it was a miracle it did not happen sooner. People get coffee spilled on them all the time, all over the world. Not a big deal.
Sveta smiled.
"I will take you up on dat. Not the lunch. The cream."

>>"Don't take this the wrong way, but someone might mistake your shirt right now as a leak from nursing."

Okay, that cracked her up. Giggling, she zipped the jacket up, trying to shoo the image out of her head.

"Dat would be a mother's worst nightmare to nurse a baby with coffee."

And, in her case, a real scenario to worry about...

For a brief moment, he couldn't help but wish he was a mutant, a mutant with the ability to slow down time. With each movement up of the zipper, the chances to see the vivacious cleavage slowly evaporated away. Her physical features were not completely hidden away, but they definitely were not as boldly proclaimed. A pity, but at the same time it was for the best. On the positive side, she didn't seem to be as upset with him now. The light sounds of laughter were more then pleasant to the ears, it was as if a bird was singing its song into the spring air.

"Cream, I think I owe you more then just that." What could he possibly offer to make things go in his favor. Yes she was spoken for, but boyfriends were not the same as spouses....and who said dating had to be limited to just one individual. As if the wild kingdom could read his mind, an interruption of sorts was sent out towards him. Mother Nature was one cruel thing. At times it was weather that was sent to beat down humanity to graveling fools, while other times it was the wild life sent charging about into the busy lives. Today it seemed to be a squirrel thing.

The grey beast scurried through the mobs of people avoiding one foot after another. Tightly clamped between its sharp teeth was a prize certainly to be fought over in the tree top nests later in the day. One killer size nut! Avoiding the feet and diving one direction after another, the four legged monster made its way into the penguin enclosure. Jumping under a stroller and bouncing off a wall, it soon found itself clinging onto a leg as if it were a tree.

The sensation of something small hanging onto his leg, sent the Irishman's eyes directly downward. Doing the most logical thing possible, he shook his leg hard once before jumping up into the air. Male or female, it didn't matter. Sveta was the nearest human being and he had every intention of jumping right into her arms until the beast would run away for eternity. In brief moments, it was time for reflexes and a test of strength. Could she hold the weight of the Irishman, and would the squirrel run away from the area quickly?

One moment, he was smiling and offering her his help, hitting her on the side ever so slightly.

The next moment, she was holding him in her arms, bridal style.

The sound that he made was embarrassing; people around them who first jumped and looked to see where the tiger was chuckled and shook their heads.

Sveta was holding the guy up by pure surprise. She was strong from the training - but not that strong. After a few moments of blinking at people around them, the guy in her arms, and the squirrel skittering away...

... she just dropped him.

"Whoops."

Hanging out in the arms of a woman wasn't exactly what he had intended to do today, or at least not in this particular style. Today seemed to be holding several opportunities of actions unattended for. An attack of a squirrel twice in one day at the same location was bizarre if not unheard of. Unfortunately, today seemed to be one of those days were Eion's luck held a special caliber of uniqueness. Luck of the Irish seemed to be lost between the big puddle between his small island country to the big continent of his new housing. The only way the Irishman could have any sort of good luck would be if he was a squirrel trainer. The odds of such a thing happening were closer to the odds he had of any sort of romantic relationship with this woman....who just dropped him on the ground.

Eion wasn't a huge guy, nor was he pathetically shaped in any sort of way. Still, landing on his back on the ground did not feel the least bit comfortable. However, he was lucky enough there was no hot coffee seeping into his flesh. Perhaps in this way he still had a bit of the Luck of the Irish in him. In the short amount of time it took to fall to the ground, Eion was able to see the squirrel making a mad getaway. Good thing too, if it stayed on his body much longer, he was most certain he might end up having a heart condition quickly. Sitting up slightly, the man rubbed the back of his head. "If I had a wooden leg, that would have made more sense."

Why was it that the very creature he feared the most just had to go and climb up him. Did have have a scent about him that summoned them towards him? A change in shampoo, soap, deodorant, he would have to do it all later today. Anything to keep those furry fiends away from him. Was this a problem that other people like him had, the kind of people who had the ability to cancel out mutation powers of mutants? He would have to hook up with one, talk to them about this. Though putting an ad in the paper might be a poor choice for this. He would have to find other means. "Squirrels must be rabid around here...."