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[slayer_fray]

So you know when you're used to having sweaty energetic sex on a more-than-daily basis, and then your boyfriend turns back into a turtle and that avenue of physical expression is cut of?

No? Well imagine it then. Then imagine you are the kind of superstrong, fast adrenaline junkie who naturally needs more than the usual physical exertion to

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[slayer_fray]

Well, that's just broken her restless mood.

After the second stupid, there's a Slayer sitting crosslegged on bar, body folded over her knees, peering down at him.

What's up?

[slayer_fray]

"Quiet," Mel says neutrally. It adds up to her being bored silly. "You?"

[wantedahorse]

Someone else is in the rafters as well, lurking in one of the more remote corners, watching. Kitai recognizes that sort of restless energy. She's had it herself on more than one occasion. Tavi's never turned into a turtle, necessarily, but there have been times when it was impossible to pry him away from his maps and his strategies.

At the moment, though, she is well-sated, so she contents herself with watching. For now.

[slayer_fray]

The thing about watching people in this bar, is some of them have better than average 'being watched' sense. After a few seconds Mel stops, balanced on one hand.

"You need anything?"

[wantedahorse]

Kitai would have been surprised had Mel not been one of them. Her choice of acrobatics required exceptional perception.

She shakes her head a tiny bit. "Less than you do."

[slayer_fray]

Uh huh.

Doesn't warrant an upright Mel, but it does earn her a curious look, that would be challenging if it wasn't mostly impassive.

"What d'I need?"

[lil_bunny_ronin]

Whether she knows it or not, the instrument of her disquiet is sitting over there enjoying a cup of tea.

He looks so bunny-like and peaceful it'd be a shame for something to change that.

[slayer_fray]

Peacfulness around here is like painting a giant bunny-shaped target in the bar and announcing 'cause trouble here'.

Not that Mel would ever... no, we're not fooling anyone, are we?

Mel pauses for a few seconds, trying to decide what she should throw into his tea.

[lil_bunny_ronin]

The bunny shaped target continues to sip the tea with extreme focus. He may have paused briefly but it is hard to tell. An ear may have twitched slightly as well.

Such little motions are hard to read, or notice, really.

[slayer_fray]

Noticing's not a problem. Mel notices things.

Reading - well, she's pretty good at reading ninja humans, and to a lesser extent, ninja turtles. Samurai bunnies - not so much. It's unfortunate.

She has woolen pompom balls in her pocket. Mal Reynolds' fault.

She throws a purple one.

[runmakitarun]

Makita doesn't look like she's going to start any fights. Or not at the moment. Though she is cleaning a sub-machine gun and munching on a bacon cheeseburger.

That's probably not helpful.

[slayer_fray]

No, but...

...now Makita doesn't have a hat.

[runmakitarun]

"I knew you were there," Makita grouses without looking up from her work.

That might be a lie.

[slayer_fray]

"Uh huh."

On the rafter above her head, Mel adjusts the hat.

"This hat usedta swamp me."