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[forgivemesister]

[Gunn is so, so happy that he's not turning things to rubber anymore. If he didn't eat properly soon, he was going to start trying to chew rubber. And that probably wouldn't have gone over very well.]

Everything back to normal, now? Or at least, as normal as it gets in this place.

[There's the sounds of the sushi bears in the background, since Gunn

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[brynkitten]

[Bryn had been a few steps outside the Kuma-Ko when she heard Gunn's voice over ShipNET. Her first reaction was an immediate desire to turn around and head back for her room until it had been a long enough period of time that Gunn would likely be gone from the restaurant.

It took her a moment to remember that this sort of thing was just going to happen, and that she shouldn't let it dictate where she went or when. Better to get it over with now and simply ignore Gunn.

So she continued into the Kuma-Ko and immediately headed for a table that was away from any others that were occupied.]

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[forgivemesister]

[Unluckily for Bryn, as it may be, Gunn's near to the entrance of the Kuma-Ko, so he sees her come in.

...He also sees the bruises and bite marks that cover the left side of her neck, and left shoulder. It doesn't matter that she mauled him the last time they met, brotherly instincts shout 'what the hell' in his head as he stares, watching her head for a table.

He watches her sit down, order. Gunn's not sure what he should do, but in the end he just goes with his instincts.

He stands up, sans jacket, and heads for her table.]

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[brynkitten]

[Bryn had just started going over a menu that one of the sushi bears had given her when she caught a movement out of the corner of her eye. She looked over and of course, it was Gunn headed his way. He looked...

Well, she couldn't describe the look on his face. It was foreign, and to be perfectly honest, Bryn was still finding the sight of him looking so much older just unsettling.

Bryn looked back down at her menu, lips pressed together with irritation. She was trying very, very hard to keep it together right then. Mentally she tried to will him away, even knowing the effort was futile.]

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[forgivemesister]

[He looks confused and irritated, is what he looks. He hasn't quite put together that the marks are consensual, after all.

He stops a few feet from her table, looking at her hiding behind the menu. He almost thinks about going away, but then he decides that no, he wants an answer.]

What happened to your neck?

[His tone is both parts concern and slow anger.]

[missmimmi]

I am well, Danke.

[forgivemesister]

That's good.

[He wants to ask if she's really good, considering she did find her dead sister, but since Gertie's alive again he guesses it might be easier to put out of her head.

Also, what should he say now ffff.]

Keeping busy with Gertie?

[missmimmi]

She is... doing well, I suppose. The flowers are no longer turning into rubber.

[forgivemesister]

Yeah, I'm finally getting a decent meal, now that food's not turning into rubber, either.

I think she thought she was just... knocked out, which is as good a way to view it as any.

[frostedbites]

Yeah, and you know what normal is? It's fucking boring.

[Even if he's (despite the mini-fit he threw with Rfena) found the library...]

[forgivemesister]

I'm sure something'll happen to entertain you soon enough.

[He recognizes the userid from King's post, but he knows that the vampire that killed Gertie was female, and its someone to talk to, so.]

Or you could make your own mischief.

[frostedbites]

[Damn you, King.]

Saving it as a last resort, buddy. I'll start cracking heads sooner or later.

[He turns the page of his book. Yes, he's leafing through a copy of Lord of the Flies. He remembers it being a lot more scary when he was 12 - and the book had only hit shelves two years earlier. He was a '40s baby, okay?]

[forgivemesister]

[Gunn chuckles darkly.]

Whose heads you planning on cracking?

[headsinging]

Mmm... Gertie, the little angel.

[forgivemesister]

[.....]

Drusilla.

[His tone is very flat.]

[headsinging]

Oh, my, you've learned my name. Now that's just not fair. I don't know yours, love.

[forgivemesister]

The name's Gunn. [It'd be easy enough to find out on ShipNET.]

Stay away from Gertie. I don't want you killing anyone, but especially not harmless little girls.