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[casexcard]

[He walks through the hallways, keeping to the fringes of more populated areas. This isn't a leisurely stroll: it's quick, agitated. He's not in the mood to chat or explore. He just wants to move[He'd been sent home for a very short time -- a few minutes at most, hardly even enough for a conversation -- but it was enough to set him on edge. Home

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[failingfelicity]

[Her eyes follow the butterfly, and she has to resist the urge to reach out and catch hold of it.]

Anxious?

((Muse is trying to avoid killing people/getting killed, but both are fine with me if they happen!))

[casecard]

Why would you think that?

((ooc: Cool, that's fine; there's another death in the works. :3 If it comes to fighting, I'd rather this guy not get killed to avoid tricky time paradoxes.))

[failingfelicity]

Just a hunch~

((Okay! She's trying to behave now so it shouldn't be too hard to avoid X3))

[casexcard]

Hn. [That butterfly is restless, very restless. He gives a cool smile.] I hope you never act on hunches alone, in that case.

((ooc: 'Kay, I'll try to keep him from pushing too much, though he'll be snippy. ^^ ))

[failedfelicity]

Oh? Feel like proving me wrong?

((XD Snippy is fun!))

[case_card]

How do you propose I "prove" anything? My mood is my own.

[failingfelicity]

[She shrugs]

Whether you're being honest about it is up for debate, I suppose. Though if you feel like proving it, you could always come drink with me.

[casexcard]

[He pauses. He doesn't really want to stop -- can't stop for long -- and though he finally shrugs as well, it's to make putting his hands in his pockets seem more like a normal action and not a way to keep from showing fists.]

[So, he figures a drink can't hurt to try to calm down.] ... Why not? You lead the way.

[failingfelicity]

[She laughs shortly and heads a few halls over, Eastwardly. It's a smallish bar but well-stocked, and from the way she sorts through the bottles she's been here before.]

In the mood for something particular, or will anything do?

[case_card]

Anything. Surprise me, since it looks like you know this spot well enough.

[He's looking around the bar approvingly. Small, yes, but it's what's in it that counts. He still has his butterflies out, but they're out of the way, just perched on a wall.]

[failingfelicity]

[She nods, prepping and then handing him a gin and tonic. She's trying to ignore the butterflies and with a good amount of success, him keeping them out of the way helps a lot.] I've been here a few times, it's a nice bar.

[casecard]

[He gives a nod of thanks.] Not bad, at any rate.

... Oi, how often would you say this place drags people back after sending them home?

[failingfelicity]

[She smiles and sits down with her own drink.]

Fairly often, I'd say, though it varies a bit. I know other people who have been changing between here and home for more than three years, then others that never come back at all.

[casexcard]

So it is possible to leave for good. I suppose it's random, then.

[failingfelicity]

It seems like. I've heard stories of people ending up in entirely different worlds, even.

[case_card]

[His butterflies flutter to a different wall, uneasy.]

It can't even keep track of what person goes with what world? Damn it all.