It's a rather scrawny chap who wanders into the bar today, his nose buried in a notebook of sorts. He seems to be revising its contents with a red biro. And he most definitely has not been crying recently
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"People don't cry when they're fine, they cry when they're upset, injured, ridiculously happy, or have something in their eye. Most of those don't make you go red here." he points at various points of Martin's face.
"Well Wiggins took the House Physics trophy from the whole day, but Orwell won the aeroplane competition. I'm in Orwell, and we're in the lead overall."
"Someone who's in danger of being murdered, you mean?"
Martin starts looking around for anyone who looks like they might want to do him harm. This... might have been a mistake, since it also serves to remind him that he's not in Fitton any more. He has to grab hold of the Bar to keep from falling over.
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"I'm not," he insists. "I'm not. It's just allergies. I'm not crying!"
And he did not just get yelled at by his boss again. Not. At. All.
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"For every woman teased for shedding a tear, there is a man who wishes he could express himself." he says. "So don't bottle your 'allergies' up."
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"I'm fine. Really."
He's never been a particularly good liar, but at least he's persistent.
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"I'm Fry."
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He sniffles slightly.
"Martin. Captain Martin Crieff." He points at the four stripes on his jacket sleeve.
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Fry reaches out to look at the four stripes, which are nicely parallel.
"What are you captain of?"
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"Oh, uh. I'm an airline captain. I fly aeroplanes for a-- I fly aeroplanes."
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"We built an aeroplane at school."
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Martin fetches up the crutches for him.
"Really? What sort? I bet that was a lot of fun."
This kid doesn't seem too threatening. Yet. Martin has been wrong about these things before, though.
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"Thanks." He starts moving towards the bar, gesturing for him to follow.
"We designed our own for House Physics. The competition was for the team whose plane got the furthest down the field."
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He follows after Fry, slowly starting to calm down from the complete tear-down he received from his boss.
"That sounds like a lot of fun. We never got to do anything like that in school. I would have liked to, though. Who won?"
Something occurs to him.
"Hang on, what did you mean by someone was going to murder me?"
That calm? Totally gone.
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He looks around.
"Nobody, you just look like someone I know."
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Martin starts looking around for anyone who looks like they might want to do him harm. This... might have been a mistake, since it also serves to remind him that he's not in Fitton any more. He has to grab hold of the Bar to keep from falling over.
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Fry, with difficulty, gets himself sitting on a barstool, then glances at Martin.
"Are you about to pass out? I know the recovery position but try not to hit your head on the way down because I don't do blood."
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He sits down on the floor, because it's the easiest place to get to.
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