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[cheevy]

Bar was kind enough to give him a change of clothes. It's generic and quite 1960's -- bellbottom jeans and a shirt that looks like it was tossed out of an Army surplus window. And so, having had a shower and given his last $3 to Bar, Miniver is sitting on the floor by the fireplace with a mug of sweetened coffee, fiddling with his room key, waiting

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[lissla_lissar]

She's haunting the area near the lake door, but there is a flutter of pale hand raised in hello when she recognizes him.

[cheevy]

He beams her a bright grin and saunters over. He looks tired, like whatever sleep he got last night wasn't enough.

"Hey. The pretty albino. How are you?"

[lissla_lissar]

"I was named." She informs him, nearly smiling, "And I have warm clothing." You look tired.

[cheevy]

"That's good. That's a good thing. You sure you don't mind sleeping... I mean, it's winter. Random told me people who are Bound can get a room even without money. Bar gave me one. It's not, you know, scare or anything. Not really much. How are you?"

[amazongeneral]

Philippus doesn't really want to meet new men, right now; she's starting to think of them a little less as strange, potentially dangerous foreign objects and a little more as bundles of complication.

But she's sitting on the floor with her tea, looking into the fire. Is speaking distance close enough to count as 'company?'

[cheevy]

Why not?

Miniver's mostly gay. She doesn't nee dto worry that he'll do anything more than try to flirt with her. Badly.

He smiles at her. "Better than chairs, innit? The floor. You know. Hi."

[amazongeneral]

"The couch is a little further back from the flames," she stretches a dark hand to the warmth, "just so it doesn't catch fire. It's pleasant to watch the flames from closer by." She inclines her head. "Hello."

[cheevy]

"I like it here. Warm. Anyway, my hair's wet, see?" He tosses his head at her, splashing a few rogue droplets in her direction.

[cheevy]

Miniver nods and hands over the key.

"I think everyone must. H'lo again."

[cheevy]

He takes his key back.

"My name's Miniver Cheevy. New York, 1967." He's learning that a where and when is as important as a name in introductions here.