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[misterparker]

Parker walks downstairs, a duffel in hand and a slightly closed look in his face.

He shrugs and heads for a table. Might as well stick around here, since he came and all.

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[thirdbetrayer]

Gin is all smiles and silver hair, captain's robe and pale skin. Blood hidden under his long sleeves, a friendly spar going unfortunatly wrong but the Fourth said they'd have him up in no time, and of course Gin apologized, so sorry, slipped up and couldn't fix it in time.

But now he's in Milliways and glancing around from under perpetually closed eyes, seeing Parker and giving him a half-nod.

[misterparker]

Parker nods back and orders a beer.

His lips twist into a smile.

[thirdbetrayer]

It's mirrored on Gin's face.

"Goin' somewhere?"

[misterparker]

"Moving some things to a new place I'm staying," Parker says.

[thirdbetrayer]

"Ah, good."

Gin takes a sip of tea, still smiling the whole world is some kind of private joke.

[misterparker]

"Good?" Parker raises an eyebrow. "Do I know you?"

[thirdbetrayer]

"Nah."

But it's probably good. Or something.

[misterparker]

"So, you just like people moving?"

[thirdbetrayer]

"Figured 'f you're moving out, 's probably a good thing."

He spreads his hands, "Could be wrong."

[misterparker]

"I'm not moving out," Parker says. "I said I'm moving some things."

[thirdbetrayer]

"My mistake, my mistake."

A disarming smile, "Sorry."

[misterparker]

"What about you?" Parker asks. "You here to stay?"

[thirdbetrayer]

"Nah, not at all. 's nice to be here now and again, though."

Polite way of saying 'not on your life'.

[misterparker]

Parker's lips twist. "I know the feeling."

[thirdbetrayer]

Something like a snicker, "Thought y'might."

[misterparker]

"She bound me," Parker shakes his head, self-depricating. "I'd go crazy, but a friend lets me use his world."