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[faithful_slayer]

Faith hasn't been in the Inn for a while, but she's in now, carrying a sword, slightly battered, and looking...well, like she's been pretty busy.

At least she cleaned the sword before she brought it into the dining area. That's about as polite as she gets.

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[bohemian_mark]

Mark walks in with a baby trailing behind him, and one in his arms. "Damnit, Roger, I just changed your diaper an hour ago. How the hell do you creat so much shit?" Oops.

[faithful_slayer]

"Damn."

Faith wrinkles her nose, putting the sword away.

"And I thought demon-slaying was gross."

[bohemian_mark]

"Oh, trust me. You don't even -know- the mess kids get into." Mark finally looks up. "Faith? I haven't seen you in ages. How're you doing?"

[faithful_slayer]

Faith blinks.

A lot.

"......have we met?"

Longer pause.

"Did we have sex? Cause I forget the people I fuck."

[bohemian_mark]

"It... must have been another version of you, sorry." Mark facepalms. "And as far as I know we didn't have sex. Unless I was really drunk, and then my roommate would kill me." He puts Roger down on the table, which offers a fresh diaper and wipes. Angie crawls over and starts to examine Faith's boots and the bottom of the sword.

"Anyway, I'm Mark, and it's good to meet you. Again."

[faithful_slayer]

"Oh!" Faith nods, understanding. "Right, this is like that thing with that dancer, Mimi....kinda odd to have a set of knockers like that in your face without knowing why you're being hugged so hard."

[bohemian_mark]

Mark facepalms. "That would be Mimi. She's very excitable with her hugs most of the time." There's a fond smile on Mark's face. "So, when are you from, then?"

[faithful_slayer]

"2005. Winter."

Hence the trenchcoat.

"You?"

[bohemian_mark]

"2002. It's December back home." Mark finally finishes changing Roger and the dirty diaper disappears completely. "I always seem to be a few years behind everyone." It's not a complaint, just an observation. "Oh, well. What've you been up to, then?"

[faithful_slayer]

"If it's not one Apocalypse, it's another," Faith says with a little shrug. "Those your kids?"

[bohemian_mark]

There are days that Mark would settle for one Apocalypse. However, at the moment, he's working on filming a thwarted one.

He smiles, a bit oddly. "Yeah. The one examining your ankles is Angela, mostly just called Angie, and this poopy one's Roger."

[faithful_slayer]

"Cute."

Faith headtilts, looking at the little boy.

"Mimi mentioned a Roger. Judging by what she said I'm guessing this isn't the one she meant."

[rockstardavis]

Mark laughs. "No, not this one, but his namesake." Mark picks up Roger, but before he can say anything, Roger himself shows up.

"He means me." He's trying not to stare. "Roger Davis, Rockstar."

"And horrible flirt." Mark rolls his eyes.

"Shut up, baby-man."

[faithful_slayer]

Faith headtilts, studying Roger thoughtfully.

"Faith Lehane. More blackbelts than Macy's menswear department."

Subtle, thy name is....not Faith.

[rockstardavis]

Roger smirks, thoughtfully. "Damn. You must be good..."

Mark cuts him off. "You'll have to excuse Roger. His mouth runs away without his brain sometimes."

"You are such a prude sometimes, Cohen."

"Hey. I don't want to have to save your ass."

[faithful_slayer]

Faith smirks back. "You have no idea."

She shrugs off the trenchcoat and reclines in her seat.

"And never you shall. I've been warned about you."