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pi_wakawaka June 9 2009, 05:23:23 UTC
"Is she making you eat something icky?"

Tiwa says from somewhere around her shoulder.

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needletopen June 9 2009, 05:25:00 UTC
"No. She's tempting me with an alcoholic beverage of her choice."

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pi_wakawaka June 9 2009, 05:25:52 UTC
"Why's that a bad thing? Is it pink?"

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needletopen June 9 2009, 05:27:10 UTC
"More bemusing than bad..." Kepler glances at Bar. "Is it pink?"

No.

:D?

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mm_mono June 9 2009, 06:30:40 UTC
While Kepler is emoting at her napkin, a man covered in blood wobbles to the bar and slumps into a seat, letting his head hit the bar and holding his hands up as though surrendering.

A box of baby wipes appears. Maybe the bar has a sense of humor.

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needletopen June 9 2009, 06:33:02 UTC
Kepler is distracted from pondering Bar's mind.

"What the hell happened to you?"

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mm_mono June 9 2009, 06:35:10 UTC
A not-quite-hysterical giggle escapes him, though he doesn't look up.

"I had an adventure. Looks bad, huh?..."

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needletopen June 9 2009, 06:39:21 UTC
"Different," she clarifies, sniffing slightly to see if he is wounded.

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cado_curator June 11 2009, 02:47:22 UTC
Not far from Kepler is a man--or it looks like one, in most ways--conversing with the bar through a set of apparently very amusing napkins, smiling and shaking his head.

"Oh yes, believe me I understand what they do. But remember, my dear lady, I am little like most humans," he chuckles, digging in a pocket for his lighter, and the packet of black clove cigarettes. He could stand regular ones, but he likes the smell of these better.

You can ignore the very large grey-ish wings tucked against his back or you can not. Either way. But they are relatively attention-grabbing, being something like thirteen feet tip-to-tip.

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needletopen June 11 2009, 03:05:37 UTC
The angel officially has Kepler's attention.

Just about all of it, in fact.

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cado_curator June 11 2009, 03:12:40 UTC
He turns toward her; he can feel staring. He works with children, one develops this sense fairly quickly in that job.

"Yes, my lady?" He leans against the bar lightly, ruffling the feathers at his back, and reaching around to tug lightly on the corseting strings on his shirt, to make sure they're tight.

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needletopen June 11 2009, 03:15:40 UTC
"What are you?" She asks, bluntly.

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