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[badinlatin]

Mal is back for his second straight appearance, but this time with a purpose - he's going out to the stables. He hasn't checked on Tequila in longer than he would like. This is why he's picking up a thermos of cocoa before he goes out in the cold.

He's got a smile on his face though, so if you catch him he'll be in a good mood.

[OOC: will be slow for a bit, but am also working on slowtimes from last night.]

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[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

Sharpe waves to him from by the fire.

[badinlatin]

"Wei, Sharpe," Mal returns. "Was just headin' out; care to join me? Goin' to check up on my horse out in the stables."

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

"Why not?"

He whistles to Danny and gets up to join Mal.

[badinlatin]

It's a pretty quiet walk between the two men from the back door of the bar to the stables, but Mal certainly looks a far sight cheerier than the last time Mal and Sharpe talked.

Once they enter the main stable doors, Mal quickly points out Tequila to Sharpe, adding, "He's the most greedy lil' dong wu you'll ever meet, but he's fast."

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

"You've tried him out here? How's he do in the forest?"

[badinlatin]

"Rather well, though he does better with barrel-roping and tricks. Probably would have made a good rodeo horse, if you're aware o' what rodeo is."

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

"Can't say I am - what is it?"

[creator_raven]

"The grin is meant to be infectious, perhaps?"

Raven tilts her head at Mal, blinking.

"Or is it the cold?"

[badinlatin]

Mal amusedly blinks for a moment, not really answering Raven's question, with, "Just how many bodies do you come up with 'round here, Raven? Bound to get friends a mite confused."

[creator_raven]

"Sometimes, perhaps, things are fortuitous. You have not found it so?"

Another blink, and she grins.

"And the answer, I think, is very simple. One body, many shapes. It is not entirely unlike plastic, except the ways in which it is, yes?"

[badinlatin]

"Yes," Mal says slowly. "Bodies are plastic. Or something. Mmhmm. So! Whatchya workin' on?" Mal indicates the piece of leather stripping.

[creator_raven]

Raven's eyebrows go up.

"Something is much more accurate in your case, I think. It is a thing."

There is a pause.

"With humans."

Then she wrinkles her nose.

"A gift, perhaps. If it becomes amenable."

[badinlatin]

"For me?" Mal assumes immediately with a dorky grin on his face. "Aww, y'shouldn't have."

[true-desire.livejournal.com]

"Ni hao, Captain Reynolds." A low, androgynous voice announces his visitor's presence, and if he should look for the source he'll find a slender woman (about Inara's height and build) with a face pale enough to rival Kūnqǔ dancer's.

"I see that congratulations are in order?" She indicates his left hand, a devil's grin on her face.

[badinlatin]

Mal stops immediately at the kind voice, utterly confused. His hand twitched at the sound, Dream but she seems to be kind enough Death.

"Yes, um...xiexie." Mal turns to the pale woman, then looking down to his ring again. "Ain't been but about a week.

"I'm sorry, have we met?"

[true-desire.livejournal.com]

"I suppose I'm more closely acquainted with your wife." (It's not as if Mal has historically been very good at going after what he wants, unless it's freedom.) And if the painted lips twitch slightly at the last word -- well, no one's the wiser.

She bows her head slightly as she introduces herself. "Desire, Captain Reynolds. And it's a pleasure to finally meet you officially."

[badinlatin]

Desire. Endless. Mal does not usually do too well with Endless, but he doesn't want that to show through too much in any accidental apprehension.

"Pleased to meet ya." Mal ventures to claim a seat near her, adding, "Do you...know Inara, then?"

[true-desire.livejournal.com]

"The pleasure is mine -- wŏ xiăng huān nĭ." She grins.

As to knowing Inara... The Endless's reply is utterly innocent. (Or as innocent as you'd expect from Desire, at any rate.) "We've never met in person; I'm familiar with her work. She's nán wàng de, Captain, and you're a very lucky man."

[badinlatin]

Familiar with her work. Duh, Malcolm.

"Yes, she is, and yes I am. I'd pass on the compliment to her with your allowance of it."

[the_seafarer]

[OOC: ACK I'm so sorry. *kicks lj*]

Mayhap Mal hasn't been out to see Tequila, but someone has.

At any rate, there's a figure in the stall already, once he gets out there, going over the silky brown coat with a soft brush, and a low voice, laughing slightly.

"...You don't believe me, then? Aye, mayhap it's a strange tale, but I promise you every word of it is true."

The horse only looks back, his ears pricking slightly.

[badinlatin]

Mal coughs so as to announce himself as unobtrusively as possible.

"I have somethin' to drink, if you're interested in some. 'S chocolate."

[the_seafarer]

Caspian looks up quickly, but only pauses for a second before he gives the other man a welcoming smile, and continues running the brush over Tequila's back.

"Hullo, Mal. Thanks, that'd be appreciated."

He nods to the horse.

"Thought I'd give this one a bit of grooming, for you."

Also, it's a good way to kill time and not be in the bar.

[badinlatin]

Mal hands one mug from an adjacent shelf to Caspian as he pours some of the cocoa from the thermos.

"'S appreciated. I ain't been in the bar for a spell, so I came to check on 'im, see if he's been gettin' into any trouble."

[the_seafarer]

Caspian takes the chocolate with a nod of thanks and steps out from Tequila's side, wrapping his hands around the mug.

"Nay, no trouble. At least, none that I know of." He shrugs. "Unless he's been plotting with Kiseki behind my back."

Always possible.

"How've you been?"

[badinlatin]

"Busy. Very busy."

Boy, that ring is shiny. So's Mal's grin about it.