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Mr. Universe is in the bar.

Should anyone be looking for him. Or, y'know, not.

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He might notice now as the massive Rivan stalks his way, hand reaching out as if to grasp an apple upon a tree even as his eyes focus upon Mr. Universe.

Perhaps Mr. Universe feels an ever so light hand around his heart.

"I would appreciate," he says slowly as he sits beside the other man, "if you would forget any plans you or your countrymen might have against my wife. That, of course, being how you will continue to survive."

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He freezes, not daring to do more than turn his head.

"I... don't even know who your wife is. And I don't have any countrymen."

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An ever so light squeeze, ever so light. It won't do a spec of damage, but it is a reminder of exactly where his hand is.

Exactly.

"I don't appreciate lying, even if it is the native tongue of any Angarak."

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"I'm not lying", he protests.

For once.

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"I'm sure you're--"

But then he hears something (http://community.livejournal.com/milliways_bar/11148560.html) and the grip is gone as he goes to his wife.