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[runmakitarun]

Makita's been around, really. She's still sleeping in the bar itself in an out of the way booth

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[emptiedstreets]

A large, lanky boy with a knapsack full of school books drops into the other side of the booth.

"Sorry," he says shortly. "Can't find an empty one. You just-- do your thing, with your... guns, and I'll sit here quiet-like and read. That sound like a plan to you? Does to me."

[runmakitarun]

She looks up and blinks, "Huh?" As if she didn't hear any of what he just said.

[emptiedstreets]

"You-- clean the guns," Ronan repeats. "I-- try an' make the history of the Yankee Civil War stick between my ears. Are you deaf or something?"

[runmakitarun]

Makita scowls, "No, I was just distracted. Are you this rude to everyone?"

[forced_pilgrim]

A wildly-colored and furry face appears, or half-appears, over the top of the booth walls across from her; also, leathery black fingertips curl over the edge.

Monkey's eyes are bright and clever, and smoke-reddened; there's an iron crown around his brow. And that's about all of him that's currently visible.

He's not frightened, just curious.

And weird.

[runmakitarun]

Makita glances up and blinks curiously, "Can I help you?"

[forced_pilgrim]

Monkey thinks about that.

"Probably not. There isn't much I can't do, and what I can't do, I doubt you can."

He somersalts over the wall, and flops into the booth as if he's got no bones, or as if he were one large rock.

Fancy that.

[runmakitarun]

"Oh. Okay." She looks back down at the pistol, carefully picking up the firing pin to spot clean.

[called_lioness]

Cue interruption.

Well, cue blonde looking around vaguely before stopping.

"Excuse me, but--well, this will sound silly, but have you seen a rather small purple dragon?"

[runmakitarun]

Makita blinks in confusion for a moment. "I... don't think so? Should I have?" her voice sports a thick accent, it sounds Eastern European.

[called_lioness]

Lucy blinks momentarily at the accent--it's not one she hears much here or at home--but smiles again. "Not really. I've just--well, not quite lost one, but she's gone off somewhere, and I'm always a bit nervous when I don't know where she is. And I've lost my manners, too, it seems. Lucy Pevensie."

[runmakitarun]

"Makita," she grins as she sets down her gun and holds out a hand.

"Do you often lose rather small purple dragons?"