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[mogget_cat]

There is an Yrael in the bar, tonight, though you may miss him if you are looking for the standard albino-young-man-dressed-all-in-white.

There is an albino young man who looks much like Yrael at the bar, tonight, but he is dressed in a dark green shirt with a white jacket, and black dress pants. It is a new thing, owning clothes. Yrael fears he may have to learn how to use an iron, someday soon.

But the newly clothes-owning not'cat is not very happy, tonight. He came home yesterday to find his corner in near shambles: his books in disarray and his other things jumbled about. His copy of the Oxford English Dictionary had actually fallen upon his violinstrings, and had snapped three of them.

He is seeing to his violin right now, restringing it. Do come welcome him home and try to dissuade him from the belief that torching the damn clock would be the best course of action.

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[balletrat]

*Meg's watching the violin-related activities, with some interest.*

Welcome back, Yrael!

[mogget_cat]

He looks up while tightening one of the newly-strung strings, and grins. "Thank you, Meg. It is good to be back, though it seems I cannot leave the bar for one week without it getting in trouble." Yrael tuts, briefly.

[balletrat]

- you mean the earthquakes, blackouts, all that?

*Meg makes a face.* If it turned out all that was happening just because you went away, I have to say, I'd be - well, a lot more vehement about getting you to stay here in the future.

[mogget_cat]

"If it hinged on me staying here, I would never leave again."

Maybe.

"But if it did hinge on me staying here, you would not get hand-me-down clothes, as I promised you would get. It is my duty as an older sister."

Who cares that he's male at the moment? He scoots a large, loosely-wrapped parcel towards her.

[balletrat]

*Meg's eyes grow huge.

Carefully, she unwraps the package, doing her best not to rip through the fabric, and unfolds what's inside.

As the fabric tumbles down, she breaks into a giant beaming grin.*

Dieu - my sister has good taste!

[mogget_cat]

Yrael grins widely, cheerful, "I am glad you approve. She did her best, after all."

[balletrat]

- give me a second, I'll be right back, I'm just going to go try it on -

*Meg darts towards the bathroom, clutching the flowing gown.*

[mogget_cat]

Chuckling, Yrael waves her away. He hopes she likes the way it looks.

[balletrat]

*When Meg returns, she's not walking, but spinning back to the table, watching in delight as the skirt twirls around her.*

[mogget_cat]

He looks pleased.

"I thought you might like it."

[balletrat]

I do - I love it, *Meg says, and then giggles.*

- though I'm sure, sister dear, that it looked better on you. Hand-me-downs always look better on the first person they're for.

[mogget_cat]

Yrael beams and runs a hand back through her suddenly long hair.

"Naturally, little sister."

[balletrat]

*Meg tilts her head, with a grin.*

- so please tell me, you haven't been running around using my face places that might cause awkwardness later, have you?

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

How about a distraction, instead?

Meaning, Svava does wait til the violin and strings are down safely, before Yrael gets grabbed in a hug, with her beaming.

"You're back! Yrael, I have some wonderful news!"

[mogget_cat]

Ack!


In his favor, Yrael does not fall over, and manages to realize what is happening before too long and hugs Svava back.

"I am back. News? Wonderful news? No suspense, please." Pretending not to suffer from overactive curiosity is for losers.

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Svava sticks her tongue out at Yrael, giggling. "Perhaps there should be suspence, now. Maybe after drinks, and tales of your travels?"

[mogget_cat]

"Cruelty! Meanness!" He exclaims in shock. "I leave for a week and come back to a ravaged bar where my friends have been replaced by the cruelest of cruel people!"

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Svava giggles, leaning against him.

"Very well, then. Since you've been gone, and deserve to have some leeway."

(And rather since Svava is nearly bursting to tell everyoe the news...)

She beams at Yrael.

"I'm pregnant."

[mogget_cat]

The smile that spreads across his face is brilliant as he catches Svava in a hug.

"Oh, my friend, that is wonderful! I am very happy for you."

The smile is mostly grin, now. "I had suspected something, when we last talked before I left."

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

She hugs him, beaming-

Before pulling back to eye Yrael. "-You did?"

[mogget_cat]

He chuckles, "A little. Nothing specific. I was not really sure what I was sensing, but Life does make its presence known, typically."

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"Well, now you know for future reference." Svava makes a face at Yrael, and chuckles quietly, leaning against him.

"Oh, gods. A baby, Yrael. We never even had the hope...."

[mogget_cat]

Yrael smiles, gently running a hand through Svava's hair.

"Well, you know what they say. Milliways: Six impossible things before breakfast."

"It had to get around to you and Archie eventually, my friend. A baby. A child. A new person. Family," he says, gently. He is glad for his friends in their new-found joy. Their hopes coming to fruition, past all barriers of possibility.

One of the many reasons why Yrael loves Milliways.

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

She chuckles quietly, closing her eyes for a moment.

"I'd not say impossible, quite. For anything. Unlikely, perhaps, or improbable. But never impossible, here."

[mogget_cat]

"Impossible in the conventional sense," he says, gently. "It used to be something the staff would boast of, before even Bernard became Barman. Milliways was where six impossible things would happen before breakfast. They used to tell that to newcomers, occasionally."

He smiles, "To get them ready for what they were about to go through."