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[its_a_robe]

*Poof.*On top of the bar, there's a tiny puff of white...smoke? mist? When it dissipates, there's a six-inch-high angel standing there, frantically dusting off his robe

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[spcl_agt_cooper]

Cooper has his whistle.

Cooper looks extremely startled.

[its_a_robe]

Sam's still turning in very small circles, waiting for the corresponding *poof* of red.

About the fourth time around, he has to stop because he's getting dizzy.

It's then that he notices Cooper, and immediately he coughs, straightens up, and assumes a dignified pose. (This is harder than you'd think when your vision's on the verge of going double.)

"Good evening."

[spcl_agt_cooper]

"Hello," Cooper says, cautiously. "You're...looking for somebody?"

[its_a_robe]

Uh-oh.

On the one hand: lying is wrong. On the other: nobody really needs to be alerted to the fact that Ralph's not around, right? 'Cause it'll make it a lot easier on Sam...

Right?

Oh dear.

Sam gnaws on the knuckle of one finger as he tries (surreptitiously) to look around again. "Nobody important?" he hazards.

There. That's not really a lie.

[simple_secret]

Sniff. Sniffsniffsniff.

Whiskers in ur robe, sniffin ur sandals.

[its_a_robe]

Sam yelps and scampers backward. His feet get tangled in his robe, and he falls over with a very undignified (and tiny) thump.

"Nice doggie," he says, holding up a hand, still trying to scoot backward. "Gooooooood doggie."

[simple_secret]

The fox tilts an ear to one side and looks at the angel oddly.

While it is true that I am indeed a member of the canid family, I am not, as you so eloquently put it, a "doggie." I am a fox.

The poor little... very small thing... seems confused. Perhaps he needs licking! The fox obliges, giving a gentle lick to the angel's hand.

[its_a_robe]

In response, Sam yelps again, squinches his eyes shut, scrunches up into a ball, and holds up his harp like a shield.

"Don'teatmepleasedon'teatmeeeeeee --" he wails. Very quietly.

Ralph's the one with the weapons! And it wouldn't be violence if you're acting in self-defense, right?

[no_more_chianti]

Clarice likes to tell herself that she is more or less accustomed to the weirdness of Milliways.

'Likes to tell herself,' that is.

To her credit, however, when the miniature angel appears down the bar from her, it takes her only a few seconds of copious blinking before she more or less accepts the fact.

"... Um," she says.

"Are you looking for somebody?"

[its_a_robe]

"No!" Sam squeaks immediately, and just as quickly follows it up with a, "I mean, yes, but it's not..."

He jams a hand down on his halo.

"I don't need to worry about it," he finishes, squaring his shoulders and giving a firm nod.

Because he doesn't.

He totally doesn't.

In conclusion: doesn't.

[no_more_chianti]

Clarice blinks.

"... Oh."

She frowns.

Not that she can necessarily make broad generalizations about the usual habits and behaviors of tiny angels, but this guy's seeming a little spastic.

"All right," she says after a moment, nodding. "In which case, I'll just ..."

Let you get back to playing the tiny harp?

[its_a_robe]

"What?"

Sam frowns.

And also looks a little hurt.

You're not just gonna leave him here like this, are you?

[mend_and_defend]

Bob hears the *poof* and looks up curiously from his booth in the corner.

It's a... tiny person with wings. That's different.

[its_a_robe]

A tiny person with wings who's turning in tiny circles like he's searching for something.

Someone?

Thirty seconds worth of that, and he stumbles and topples down to the bar with an equally tiny thump, blinking as he tries to clear his vision. "Whoa."

A pause.

"Ralph?" he hazards again.

[mend_and_defend]

Bob half-rises out of his chair. "Are you okay?"

[its_a_robe]

"Yes! Yes, I'm fine, thank you."

Sam adjusts his halo, woozily, and blinks up at the guy.

[waylostandfound]

What.

The.

Hell. (Heaven)

Is.

THAT?

Was what was running through the Congressional candidate's head as he eyed the ting winged being uneasily.

[its_a_robe]

The mun shrieks with glee. (Possibly loudly and high-pitched enough to frighten some species of dolphin.)

Sam, on the other hand, has a hand pressed to his mouth and is still looking around with obvious worry.

As soon as he spots the guy staring at him, he immediately assumes a much more regal demeanor and clears his throat.

"Hello," he says with a beatific smile.

[waylostandfound]

(ooc: *waves*)

Nathan was still eyeing the being with this 'You got to be kidding me..."

"Uh, hi. How's it going?"

[its_a_robe]

"Quite well, thank you." Serenely, as he flutters his wings. "And you?"