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[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

There's an Atton inna booth, juggling and, as he always does, failing at it. For once, he doesn't have anything else he's doing at the same time, though he is occasionally checking a datapad tutorial.

At least, he thinks it's a tutorial. He keeps seeing subliminal messages in there. It's a bit disturbing, really.

Ignore the evil icon, he's in quite a good, nice, non-psychotic mood right now. I just felt like using it.

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[jawaswag.livejournal.com]

"But why'd you do that?" Gavin frowns - actually, possibly pouts. "Kiss me and steal my lomin ale. You're worse than Wes."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Thanks," Atton grins brightly. "And I stole it because I wanted it. You can have mine if you like. And I kissed you because ... I thought it'd be fun to. Also; good distraction."

[jawaswag.livejournal.com]

"...fun?"

Another squeak.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Fun!" Atton starts juggling again, setting Gavin's lomin ale down on the table.

[jawaswag.livejournal.com]

And the pilot just stares at the balls being juggled for moments before shaking his head and reaching for the lomin ale.

Nice, safe lomin ale. Even if it has been contaminated by Atton!germs.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton!germs are the worst kind, really. Atton doesn't mind him taking back the lomin ale - after all, just because he stole it, doesn't mean he wants it.

Atton's still not very good at juggling, and so just puts the balls away for a moment.

"I'll see you around, Gavin. Enjoy the lomin ale." Atton laughs, winking and heading off, laughing very, very loudly.