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[vampycabanaboy]

Day... whatever and some such number. It was the same day as every day since King had come to the creepy little at the end of the universe. 'Creepy' being a term he used lightly mostly due to the clientele that seemed to come out of random doors in the wall that weren't his own and the mix of fun-in-the-sun and cold Isle of Man loch out back. Every

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[wheelsy_sheriff]

Bill has got a crazy craving for suckers. Not his fault.

Approaching the bar, Bill gives the man sitting there a friendly nod, and is about to ask Bar for his own bag of candy, when he spots the coloring book out of the corner of his eye.

Doing a quick double-take, Bill exclaims a bit louder than he probably means to, "Holy shit, you too?!"

[vampycabanaboy]

The red crayon that was drawing little fangs out of the cat's mouth stopped. King glanced up next casting a sidelong look of 'What are you on crack?' before pursing his lips slightly. A slight shrug of his shoulders was sign enough that he didn't know exactly what the crazy man was talking about.

"Uh... huh?"

[wheelsy_sheriff]

Bill ignores the look he receives and keeps on.

"The kitties," Bill says, pointing at the book. "Bar gave it to you, right?"

A beat, and then Bill gives King a look that says, 'or did you ask for it?'

[vampycabanaboy]

"Ah, yeah." One look down at the coloring book left the man shifting it this way and that before replacing red with black. Really. He had a slight obsession with vampires which was probably why he was doodling little things like stakes or something just as equally dorky around it. "Really bad inside joke. Apparently Bar decided that she wanted to remind me of it."

Really- does Bill actually think King would have asked for it on his own? Okay so it might have been a little possible he might have done on his own without Bar's help. "I'm guessing there is a little of a story behind the, ah, use of Hello Kitty at random intervals that's got you saying 'you too'?"