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[cant_kim]

It's been damn cold in London, meaning the streets are emptier than normal. Thin crowds aren't the best situation if you're looking to pick pockets -- but they make your chances of picking up odd jobs much better, thanks to the lack of competition. Kim's managed to run errands for people in the market every day this week, earning a few pence here

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[says_the_booyah]

Cy, playing on his GameStation Micro - the hot new game for the holiday season! - looks over to the smiling boy. "Hey."

[ooc: doomed to slowtime since Shabbos is coming, but we haven't threaded in forever.]

[cant_kim]

She looks up from her cider.

And . . . stares.

There's a lot to stare at.

[says_the_booyah]

"Ummmmm. You never saw a cyborg before, right?" He hopes she's not one of those people who thinks he's a Cyberman.

[cant_kim]

"No?"

She also has not seen that many people who aren't white, except here, but that is much less important than the fact that he's made of metal.

[makesthings]

(OOC: Millitimed a bit but its great to see a pup of yours in Bar.)

Its early yet for Sameth and he doesn't want to go home or drop these letters but he will.

He notices the boy who looks like he could be from Ancelstierre and his cider,

"That smells nice."

[cant_kim]

She glances up. There's an automatic caution in her expression, but tonight it's open enough.

"Ain't bad." She takes a sip. "'S worth the blunt, anyway."

[makesthings]

The slang isn't one he knows and Sam just looks confused,

"Oh, that's good. The spiced wine is nice too."

[cant_kim]

Nobody knows Kim's slang. She manages not to roll her eyes much.

She shrugs. "I ain't much a one for wine. Ain't hardly high water enough."