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[cheevy]

Here is a Miniver.

In the bar.

For all your rhyming needs.

This is in no way a gratuitous icon post.
[ooc: HAI GUYS HAVE A SPOILER WARNING :D?]

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[followfootsteps]

[OOC: So, in theory, if I was to tag but call soon-slowtime, due to likely needing to sleep soon (sleep is for the weak, I know), would you be okay with slowtiming?]

[cheevy]

[ooc: But of course! Give me the pretty. *paws at screen*]

[followfootsteps]

There is also a Teddy.

Also in the bar-eddy.

"Hey." As he approaches Miniver with a big grin. Also, bright red hair. "You wouldn't know how to open the door, would you?"

[cheevy]

"No," the hippie replies, his metaphorical fur seeming to stand on end at the very idea. "Lord no. Nor would I if I did. You're Bound, and unless you come from Camelot, thank your lucky stars you are."

He seems a bit jumpy, like an underfed mouse caught in a kitchen corner, but friendly enough.

[necessary_child]

And there is a Sam.

Morning Sam, with toast and jam.

(Forgive the mun, it's 3am and she's brainded.)

Ruffled hair, dark green shirt half-buttoned, sleepy black eyes, bare feet half hidden by his slightly over-long black trousers.

He half-collapses, half drapes himself over a handy sofa, dropping the plate onto the coffee table beside him first.

Sam may have managed to smear blackcurrant jam on his lips, just a little.

[cheevy]

Miniver watches and giggles softly.

"Very graceful. Lovely. Um, except for the jelly. Unless that's entrails of the infidels or something."

[necessary_child]

Sam doesn't open his eyes, or indeed move.

"Mmm. The innocents always taste best." He licks the jam off, slowly. "Delicious."

Guess who's not a morning person. (Just like his mun.)

[cheevy]

Miniver wanders over and leans over the backof the couch, hovering over Sam.

"I fear," he iforms Sam. VERY SERIOUSLY.