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[cheapprayer]

Character(s): Cross, Bizet, and whoever.
Content: Cross finally comes up from below ship and gets a little surprised.
Setting: On the Cheap Prayer, on a dock in Panama.
Time: Mid-day, Wednesday3.
Warnings: None.

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[patchedbook]

"... so you're the ever elusive captain and Exorcist general. Allen told me about you," Rabi looked greatly amused at this point, grinning a little and crossing his arms over his chest. "He was looking for you for a couple of days, it was kind of funny." If Cross was expecting a speech on the negative effects of alcohol, he was quite mistaken. He certainly wasn’t one to lecture, anyways. Why would he even bother anyhow? He didn’t know this man; there wasn’t too big a point.

But there was still that feeling that he looked familiar. It wasn't a comparison to him, although he certainly didn't miss the irony of the covered eyes and red hair. "Gramps talked about you, said something about how you always managed to sneak off somehow from whatever you were doing, but it still managed to get done." Bookman seemed to of been quite right about this… it was interesting and amusing at the same time.

"... you still look really familiar." He frowned somewhat from his previous amusement, tilting his head to the side to look up at him from his spot. Why did he remind him of his father? No, not that close to his father... But still, close... He could tell that the red wasn’t natural, simply from the scruff at his chin. Honestly, who did Cross bring out of the back of Rabi's memory?

[cheapprayer]

So Allen spoken of him. How cute. He would have to talk to him later to discuss the details of that- and possibly mallet him for giving out the wrong sort of information. We'll see.

That said, he was slightly interested in why this boy kept saying he was familiar. He was Cross Marian. That was it. No one else. But... well, there was one other person he might resemble, but Cross didn't like to speak of him. He died a long time ago, after all. He met the boy with a dull stare, as if waiting for things to click into place.

...And they weren't. He sighed, and inhaled from the cigarette on his lips. "Look, tell me your name," he asked of him, lifting a hand to tug the stick out of his lips and exhale the puff of smoke. "We'll see if that gets you anywhere."