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[bloody_awful]

Oi oi oi! Wot's all this then? It's a bloke walking into a bar, that's what. He's in shirtsleeves with sweatstains under his armpits, his tie pulled down, his sleeves rolled up, and his trenchcoat carried over one arm

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[pixie_runner]

"Ho-lee crap!" exclaims a voice near John's elbow at the bar. "Did a fairy barf on you or something? You reek!"

Yes John, there's a 4" (10cm since John's English) pixie holding his nose and staring at you.

[bloody_awful]

John gives the winged little annoyance a long, considering look. Ordinarily, he'd probably swat you like a fly, or perhaps step on you without a second thought. But this is Milliways, and that kind of thing is frowned upon. Instead, he says, " 'Ere, this'll take away the reek," and blows cigarette smoke in your face.

[pixie_runner]

The pixie darts out of the way of the blast as if he'd been expecting it.

"And you breath fairy farts too? Better and better."

[bloody_awful]

Rules or no rules, this pixie might find itself on the bad end of a flyswatter.

"Then bugger off to sweeter smelling pastures, why don't you?"

[pixie_runner]

The urge is to keep harassing John is sooo tempting but then that was some damn fine pollen Jenks had been eating. Oh so hard to choose....okay fine.

"Tink's knickers, yours are in a bunch. I was just playing around."

[bloody_awful]

John shrugs. "So was I."

... yeah. Right.

"So which kind of flittery little bastard are you, then?" There are so many different kinds of creatures around here that John can't be blamed for not recognizing them all.

[pixie_runner]

Jenks flies back down to his plate of pollen. He scoots a little farther from John's smoke and sits facing him before replying, "I'm a pixie. Name's Jenks."

[bloody_awful]

John rolls his eyes. Pixies. Great. "I'm John. I'm human," he adds. Probably unnecessary, but one never knows.