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Sinric the Wanderer ([personal profile] thewidewideworld) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2017-07-15 07:05 pm

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It's time to be getting back. Sinric brings his silver tea service down and asking for the bar to look after it for him.

The bar presents him with a basket of thing which he takes over to a table and starts packing it into a leather pouch that seems far too small for everything he's fitting into it. There are quite a few things there that don't belong in the dark ages - toothpaste, shampoo, painkillers.

The bar makes sure he has one last pot of tea and plate of pastries before he goes. There's more than enough to share if anyone would like some?
cook_the_rude: (At first things are still quite autumnal)

[personal profile] cook_the_rude 2017-07-15 12:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sinric."

That's Hannibal Lecter, walking down the stairs from the rooms, in shirt-sleeves and paisley waistcoat.
cook_the_rude: (**smirk**)

[personal profile] cook_the_rude 2017-07-15 01:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Hannibal smiles, takes his hand, and sits beside him. "You're wise to take along a big one," he says. "There are sure to be bumps in the road, for you and others."
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[personal profile] cook_the_rude 2017-07-15 01:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"You can always put a little bit into a small pyxis," Hannibal suggests, "if you do. But it's safer in the tube, and will keep better."
cook_the_rude: (Armour in the closet)

[personal profile] cook_the_rude 2017-07-15 01:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Either red lacquer work from either China or Japan, or carved ivory," Hannibal muses. "Yes, good idea."
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[personal profile] cook_the_rude 2017-07-15 02:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Hannibal inspects it with due thoroughness.

"It is lovely, and very fitting," he says, "and will give away nothing to the uninitiated."

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i_am_your_host: (wistful)

[personal profile] i_am_your_host 2017-07-15 01:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Emcee has been in hiding again since the fair, avoidant and withdrawn, as if going through withdrawals and not wanting anyone to see him like this. He would be turning to heavier things than liquor if they were available to him, but now it's just been red wine and cigarettes.

When he comes downstairs (during the daytime, as his habits shift erratically), he notices Sinric packing up. And he feels a sharp pang of wanting to leave, too.

"You are leaving?" he says, a quiet waver in his voice.
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[personal profile] i_am_your_host 2017-07-15 01:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Emcee gratefully takes his hand and squeezes.

"Of course, darling. I understand. I hope the journey goes well for you," he says, managing a small smile.

everyone leaves
i_am_your_host: (demure / pillow talk)

[personal profile] i_am_your_host 2017-07-15 01:53 pm (UTC)(link)
He manages an even brighter smile at that, but not by much. It's one of relief, more than anything. Or desperation.

"Oh, yes, please," he says almost immediately in one breath. "I would certainly enjoy that. I know the Paris of my time is drastically different, but it would be lovely to see how it once was."
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[personal profile] i_am_your_host 2017-07-15 02:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thank you," he murmurs, for the offer and also for the kiss. "It will be an adventure."

He moves to where Sinric is gathering his things and sits down, drawing one knee up to his chest.

"So, did you enjoy the rest of the fair?"

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iprotectyou: Baze giving someone an incredulous look, furrowing his brow (are you serious)

[personal profile] iprotectyou 2017-07-15 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Baze enters from the back door with a smile, now-heavier--thanks to Ibani's cortosis core--staff slung over his shoulders. He starts crossing to the stairs, but the smile fades as he realizes his path will lead him right past Sinric's table.

Baze soldiers on. He's not afraid of the golden brat, and like hell is the larger man going to give that impression. "Sinric," Baze says as he passes, with a curt nod. He doesn't stop moving, but he's not exactly hustling. His movements are more of an amble. He focuses on the stairs, his destination.
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iprotectyou: Baze giving someone an incredulous look, furrowing his brow (are you serious)

[personal profile] iprotectyou 2017-07-16 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
It's the "please" that stops him. Chirrut has no need to use the word; he knows Baze will let him do whatever he wants, so Baze doesn't hear the term often.

But... On the one hand, it's Sinric that said it. On the other, he seems to be engaging in politeness.

And Baze has always been more forgiving than Chirrut.

The large man sighs. He turns to Sinric, moving his staff to rest on one shoulder. "What?"
iprotectyou: Baze smiling the tiniest bit (why hello there)

[personal profile] iprotectyou 2017-07-16 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
Well. That's a surprise. Baze blinks. He stares at the golden brat for a few moments, chewing on his words. The larger man is still angry... he thinks. Is he still angry? He mulls the situation over, and finds that he's more annoyed and exasperated by the whole thing at this point.

Baze did already take his rage out on Chirrut--and Baze is still nursing bruises from that fight. So, he's a lot calmer now, and it's with that clarity of mind that he faces Sinric today.

"Apology accepted," Baze says, and doesn't quite smile. "Thank you."

He pauses a moment or two, letting the words hang in the air. Then he speaks again, cocking his head to the side. "Will you also apologize to Chirrut for reading his threads without permission?"

Because that sticks in Baze's craw, too.
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iprotectyou: An animated gif of Baze smiling (smile)

[personal profile] iprotectyou 2017-07-16 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
Hmm. "Sorry that it caused him offense" isn't exactly "I'm sorry I've done it." But the assurance that it won't happen again pacifies Baze.

He breaks into a brilliant smile. "Thank you for that, too. Chirrut probably still won't be your best friend, but I'll tell him that you apologized," Baze says, nodding exactly once. "So, you're leaving?"

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