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[not_one_drop]

So, it's another day in the bar. And even if Mal's just a little confused that Sands doesn't seem to be anywhere, she doesn't show it.

Just takes her coffee upstairs, curls up on the unmade bed, and stairs into space while the cat purrs at her ankles.

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[oldromansaint]

If she listened carefully, she'd hear the quick, yet carefully placed, footfalls of someone approaching.

Knock, knock

[not_one_drop]

Mal blinks, startled out of her reverie, and glances up.

"Yeah?"

[oldromansaint]

There's a short click or two, the workings of something mechanical, and the door swung open. He was never above using the Mind Gift.

Santino, ever the dark one, stood on the other side and flashed Mal a smile. "May I come in?"

[not_one_drop]

"Sure, come on in."

She sits up, and absently brushes cat hair off her shirt.

"Something up?"