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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.

[thirdbetrayer]

"...bound?"

Someone's a wee bit new, bless him. And hasn't yet been bound.

[misterparker]

"She won't let me go home," Parker says.

[thirdbetrayer]

"Ah."

That's...a little disconcerting but it hasn't happened yet, right? And it's easy enough to break through a door.

"Pity."

[misterparker]

"Yeah," Parker agrees.

"I'd go crazy but..." he kicks at his bag.

[thirdbetrayer]

"Where's your world?" Casually, like he's used to the prospect of there being more then just Soul Society and the Living World.

[misterparker]

"Earth," Parker says. "You?"

[thirdbetrayer]

Gin's silent for maybe a fraction too long.

"Earth."

[misterparker]

"Right," Parker says. He takes a drink of beer.

"What do you do?"

[thirdbetrayer]

The smile's a little fixed.

"This 'n that. You?"

[misterparker]

"Odd jobs," Parker says.

"I like to travel. You?"

[thirdbetrayer]

"Mostly stick around."

Not like he's got a choice, exactly.

[misterparker]

"Where on Earth?" Parker asks.

[thirdbetrayer]

"Japan," he says, without missing a beat.

"You?"

[misterparker]

"America," he says, easy.

"You fitting in ok, here?"

[thirdbetrayer]

"Not so bad." He spreads his hands, half-hidden as they are under the sleeves of his robe. "Interestin'."

To say the least.