It's been -- weeks? months? days? a single day repeated over and over? -- since Fakir last came to Milliways. The weather of Goldkronedorf has been sunny and indeterminately warm, except twice when ominous clouds hovered over the clock tower just for the sake of variety. Mr. Cat has led lessons on pointe technique and pas de deux and demonstrated
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Unfortunately, a busy waitrat causes her to nnnearly spill said curry onto--
"Oh, I'm sorry!"
(Nothing has actually spilled, but it was a scarily close call.)
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"I really don't want to write it again." For the third time.
Beat.
Beat.
Oh, right, introductions.
"I'm Fakir."
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Ava is still having faint anxiety over the hypothetical loss of her curry onto somebody's shoes, but smiles as she glances to his curryless paper.
"I'm Ava. Uh. What're you working on?"
Has Milliways become a Big Brother/Big Sister program over the past 72 hours?
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"Sit down before your dinner lands on someone."
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"Thanks," she says.
"I should probably be trying to calm down ... long day. I'm still a little jittery."
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Hrm. Still too hot.
"Mmh-- mostly answering calls." To vengeance. "I'm a secretary. People get so aggressive on the phone."
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"Oh, I see," he lies.
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"Anyway! Conflict kind of makes me nervous," another inside joke, "sooo sometimes it takes me awhile to unwind."
She should also probably shower. She hates post-demon smell.
"... Let me know if I'm distracting you from your work, by the way."
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Mostly because Fakir's already written this essay once.
"What is that you're eating?"
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"It's kind of an acquired taste, but it's good!" It looks sort of like a rich orangey stew, some vegetables discernible. "Bar is pretty awesome about food."
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"I guess it's not exactly sanitary ... but I don't think I have any germs."
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Fakir absolutely refuses to share spoons.
"...Thank you."
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"Uhh. You should ask for some sometime, anyway, although fair warning: I didn't like this stuff until I was like nineteen."
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Fakir waves at the nearest waitrat. When it arrives, Fakir says, "Could you get me a bowl of -- what did you say it was? -- vegetarian curry?"
There's no reason to wait, after all.
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