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[wolfskincoat]

There's young lady sitting at one of the tables a comfortable distance from the fire, fingers gently tracing circles around her Martini glass, green eyes caught by the movement of red.

She used to wear a garment made of material like that, but today the only red in her outfit is the maroon of her blouse, knotted loosely around the waist in a concession to the summer. On the chair next to her lies her coat; aged but cared for, a trophy from her youth that still manages to complete any outfit.

She smiles before she takes her eyes off the cloth, and silently shares a private joke with her drink.

[whosafraidof]

She doesn't exactly escape his notice. (because in any other continuity, that coat would be you, wouldn't it? or is it just a matter of time?)

His mouth curls into a smile, and he cocks his head to one side, not even bothering to pretend that he isn't staring.

Maybe she isn't the same version, maybe she isn't the same age, but he can't really hazard more than one guess as to her identity.

[wolfskincoat]

Her reputation precedes her, of course.

Looking back up from her drink, she catches the eye of the man staring at her and returns his smile with a gentle one of her own.

"Good evening."

[whosafraidof]

Of course.

"Good evening," he says, with an accompanying nod.

"Waiting on anyone?"

[suborderly]

Oh, who's that, approaching Parley from the direction least likely to get him hit with a hard object?

Smitface, of course! Looking all cool and casual in his normal school uniform.

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~Smitty is always cool and casual~

Aaaaand the sword is (almost) immediately discarded in favor of a sound clap on the shoulder.

"Hey! Haven't seen you around here before!"

[suborderly]

Of course.

"It pops up from time to time. I've never seen you around, either."

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"When'd you start comin' here?"

And, no, she can't really keep her hands off of him.

[spareprincess]

There's a girl asleep in one of the armchairs by the fire.

Or at least, she was asleep.

Now, she has one eyelid cracked and is watching the man with the red velvet cloth.

[whosafraidof]

With one eye or not, he's quick to notice the attention of another person.

(it's useful when in search of a meal)

He doesn't look over yet; his hands are preoccupied, anyway, folding up the cloth into a neat square. It feels pleasant on his hands. Still warm, unblemished, soft.

And, that accomplished, he glances over, smile already on his face (all charm, with ulterior motives hiding just behind his closed lips).

[spareprincess]

It's a very familiar smile.

(kissed the boys and made them cry)

"Hello."

[whosafraidof]

He cocks his head to one side.

(any path; so many worth exploring. just one would be so boring. and look what you're ignoring...)

"Slept well, my dear?"

[platyophthalmos]

Antimony is no stranger to watching Parley whack at things (or people), and when she happens upon her fellow medium-in-training, she's more than happy to sit back and wait for a chance to talk to her.

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At some point, Parley lets out a yell that sounds something like, "Carver!"

Aaaaand it is only a matter of moments after that that Parley is almost upon the redhead.

[platyophthalmos]

"Hello, Parley," Annie says, happiness at running into her friend just barely noticeable in her tone of voice. "I didn't know you had found your way to Milliways."

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"It's been a little while, now," Parley announces cheerfully.

"Pretty nifty, isn't it?"

[pi_wakawaka]

Tiwa's watching the wolf from the rafters, she really wishes so many predators would stop coming to the Bar.

[whosafraidof]

The Wolf could smell prey from a mile away (or more, when it comes down to it).

Consequently, his gaze flies to the rafters, face set in an expression of false harmlessness. A slow smile spreads across his face like butter on bread, and he blinks once.

"Hello, bird."

And his voice is one you fancy you might be able to listen to forever. It is only if you are looking particularly hard that you will hear the more menacing undertones.

[pi_wakawaka]

"You going to eat me?"

Sometimes even Tiwa can be rather straightforward.

[whosafraidof]

Briefly, he turns his head to one side.

"Not now," he says, at a pace that can only be called leisurely.