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[misterparker]

Parker walks downstairs, a duffel in hand and a slightly closed look in his face.

He shrugs and heads for a table. Might as well stick around here, since he came and all.

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[thirdbetrayer]

Gin is all smiles and silver hair, captain's robe and pale skin. Blood hidden under his long sleeves, a friendly spar going unfortunatly wrong but the Fourth said they'd have him up in no time, and of course Gin apologized, so sorry, slipped up and couldn't fix it in time.

But now he's in Milliways and glancing around from under perpetually closed eyes, seeing Parker and giving him a half-nod.

[misterparker]

Parker nods back and orders a beer.

His lips twist into a smile.

[thirdbetrayer]

It's mirrored on Gin's face.

"Goin' somewhere?"

[misterparker]

"Moving some things to a new place I'm staying," Parker says.