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Mal has curled herself into a booth with a blanket around her shoulders, and a sketchpad and pencil in front of her. She seems to be drawing weapons.
Namely swords.
Bother?
Namely swords.
Bother?
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Shakes her head.
"Much easier just to leave."
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"You okay?"
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Chews her lip, then reaches out and places one cold hand on his shoulder.
"You're free now."
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"Not exactly."
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Takes a breath.
"'s good you live here, then."
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Sighs.
"Don't really know what to say. I don't know you."
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"That. Or," and he unfolds the pointer as well, "that. Depends on how old-fashioned I'm feeling."
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Mimics.
"Whaddya know."
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Tries again.
"Well. It's pretty rude, then?"
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(Not her words. His)
"Well. How could I ever repay you?"
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