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[human_child]

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Hi, Bastian. It's the Bar. You remember the Bar? Yes, you remember the Bar, somewhat.

"Oh yeah," he mumbles softly.

[ooc: okay, 'm out. Time for sleepies. Thanks to all who've threaded with him tonight!]

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[politestpirate]

That is the sort of expression normally seen on the just-arrived, (along with varying degrees of panic). Wellard raises an eyebrow curiously, then gives Bastian a nod when he glances his way.

"Are you alright there?"

[human_child]

"Oh, um, hi. Yeah, 'm okay. Just. Um. Yeah."

Bastian looks around. Same Bar, different faces.

"Been a while."

[politestpirate]

"You've been here before, then?" Wellard blinks, glancing around, then back to Bastian.

"How long would be a while, for you?"

[human_child]

"Ah, uh, yeah." Bastian nods. "Um. ...I dunno. Time's kinda..." Ah, Phantasia. "... 's kinda funky."

How long has it been? He rubs his hair awkwardly. Six months? A year? "At least a year, or something."

[witchy_rebel]

He gets a curious glance from the young lady in the red silk dress.

Roman dress. And bare feet.

But there is no mistaking that look, though.

[human_child]

Pretty. She gets glanced over, but then he realizes she's looking at him.

"Hi?"

[witchy_rebel]

A little smile.

"Didn't mean to open the door?" She sounds Cornish, but not quite.

[human_child]

Her voice is pretty, too.

"Not really, no."

He almost sounds sheepish as he mumbles, "I'd pretty much forgotten about the place."