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[hands_unclean]

Lady Macbeth moves through the bar, humming to herself.

"It will not be long, love..."

The nights are getting longer and the days are growing shorter.

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[damn_sunflowers]

Problem is, she's moving through his damn space.

What the... there's some weird bitches at this place. He looks her up and he looks her down and, remembering that weird-ass Wendy chick, moves aside to let this one pass. He ain't got no damn fight with her.

Not yet, anyhow. If they both stick around, that might change.

[hands_unclean]

The Lady and he may have an exchange as regarding the ownership of space, as it were.

As it is, she watches him out the corner of her eye and smiles. There is no laugh outright, but its absence is very loud.

[damn_sunflowers]

"What the hell you lookin' at, sister?"

There's a katana on his back and it glitters, reflecting the light from above. "You want a piece of this?" Fingers splay out and plant over his chest. Hell yeah, he's brash. A guy ain't got no chance of surviving out there in Edo unless he's brash or real rich.

Mugen... he ain't got no money.

[hands_unclean]

She stops, a queen called out by a little soldier, and returns the once-over, cool and unimpressed, though a touch amused all the same.

"Why, nothing of consequence, I'll wager," she says evenly. As she rests her weight on one leg, easily, a knife of her own glitters on her belt.