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[fathers_cleric]

There is a father and son in the bar.

Father a bit wan looking, and the son eating abashedly. He's in big trouble and he knows it.

Come and talk to one, or the other. John Preston in the bar to clear things up.

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[molly_razorgirl]

Molly spots him from across the room. Just the guy she's been looking for, so she heads over.

"John."

[fathers_cleric]

Preston looks up at the sound of his name and smiles in Molly's direction, "-Molly."

His smile's warm, "Would you like to join us?"

Robbie glances nervously between the woman and his father, but manages a nervous grin.
Preston stood. Only proper to stand for a lady.

[molly_razorgirl]

Just don't call her that, and we're all good.

The sammy eyes the child with a certain amount of discomfort, but finally nods and sits.

"So. The job was completed successfully? No loose ends?"

[fathers_cleric]

Preston nodded, "An utter success. While the world is in anarchy-our ruling council is convinced that Libria...Free Libria will soon be set to rights."

He smiled.

[transgenic_max]

She's certain to make some noise as she approaches. Some people, you just don't want to risk sneaking up on. Her gaze flicks from Robbie, to John, and back. Assessing, maybe.

"Hey. How's it going?"

[fathers_cleric]

Robbie turns first, "....Hi!"

His smile's bright despite his little escapade, "I'm okay."

Preston's got a warm smile for Max as well, "Hey."

[transgenic_max]

She grins a little in return. "That's good to hear."

It's genuine. She'd been worried since Ray had told her of Robbie's disappearance.

[fathers_cleric]

Preston motions for Max to sit, "Robert-move over a bit."

Father's mad at his son.

Robbie hangs his head, smiling at Max, "How're you?"