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[fairytaleknight]

It's been -- weeks? months? days? a single day repeated over and over? -- since Fakir last came to Milliways. The weather of Goldkronedorf has been sunny and indeterminately warm, except twice when ominous clouds hovered over the clock tower just for the sake of variety. Mr. Cat has led lessons on pointe technique and pas de deux and demonstrated

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[theladyrue]

Rue sets down a cup of tea and sits across from him.

She takes a sip, before carefully opening a book titled The Secret of the Old Clock and starting to read.

[fairytaleknight]

"Odette dances her pure and innocent love for the prince," Fakir writes. "Odile, on the other hand, leaves no doubt about what she wants from the prince, and it's..." Fakir refuses to finish the sentence with the word MARRIAGE!!!

He stands his quill in the pot and looks up. "Oh, it's you."

[theladyrue]

"Are you still writing that?" Rue asks, haughtily disbelieving before an uncertain look crosses her face. Does she still need to write that? Never mind, she'll deal with it later.

"It is. Hello, Fakir."

[fairytaleknight]

"I just started."

Fakir adds, under his breath, "This time."

"But if you don't want to write it, I'm sure we'll all be entertained when you get a marriage proposal tomorrow morning."

[hadyougoing]

One Ava Wilson, in smart slacks and a decidedly slouchier t-shirt, is carrying a small stack of books down to the Bar. She sets them down, hastily scribbles a note-- Rue: Hope you like them, they're due back in three weeks (more or less), Ava-- and orders some curry (not the body-swapping kind).

Unfortunately, a busy waitrat causes her to nnnearly spill said curry onto--

"Oh, I'm sorry!"

(Nothing has actually spilled, but it was a scarily close call.)

[fairytaleknight]

"It's all right. As long as you didn't spill it on my paper," Fakir says.

"I really don't want to write it again." For the third time.

Beat.

Beat.

Oh, right, introductions.

"I'm Fakir."

[hadyougoing]

"Hi Fakir!"

Ava is still having faint anxiety over the hypothetical loss of her curry onto somebody's shoes, but smiles as she glances to his curryless paper.

"I'm Ava. Uh. What're you working on?"

Has Milliways become a Big Brother/Big Sister program over the past 72 hours?

[fairytaleknight]

"Homework. Nothing important." Fakir shrugs.

"Sit down before your dinner lands on someone."