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[call_me_kick]

[ooc: Obviously, Kick has been catapulted into the future. This is only temporary, and she won't remember any of this when she goes back to being 7. ... obviously. :P Also, mun is a little busy, so responses may be slow, but tags are more than welcome!]

The young lady who steps into Milliways this evening is probably not familiar to anyone.

Probably.

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[thegreat_gatsby]

There was a figure down the bar, sitting only four stools or so away from Kick.

He was dressed sharply, both arms on the bar surface, one hand cradling a shot of whiskey.

He only spared Kick a passing glance, wondering briefly if she resembled anyone he knew.

Deciding that she didn't, he turned his eyes away, back to the tab board.

[call_me_kick]

Her father once said she had her uncle's nose. (She always thought the resemblance was more in her eyes.)

She notices the glance and looks over at him, debating whether or not to say hello. She may still be Kick and she may still have the same smile, but some things about her personality have changed.

Who's to say they can't change back, though?

"Hiya, Mister."

[thegreat_gatsby]

Gatsby started, looking back down the bar at her.

"... Hello, miss."

[call_me_kick]

"Who're you?"

Kick's straightforwardness is definitely something she did not inherit from Nick.