Multi-Pup Post (because the mun is a bored, procrastinating, grumpy masochist, obviously)

[cute_bruiser]

Molly Hayes is flying a huge purple bunny-faced kite outdoors by the lake, and trying not to get pulled off her feet by the wind. As she's not exactly the biggest twelve-year-old ever, this is proving somewhat problematic. Anyone want to come help (or better yet, come play) before she winds up in the lake?

Sam Linnfer has managed to appear in the Bar whilst still in his pyjamas, these comprising a clean-but-old black t-shirt that's several sizes too big for him and (clean, happily) black boxers. Whether this is because he is a lazy arse and didn't get out of bed til 5pm, or because the mun bent Millitime like there was no tomorrow, is up to you. Anyway, he's curled up in a booth somewhere near the back of the bar, trying to sleep and eat toast at the same time. He's mostly succeeding.

Tansy Williams goes back to Aberystwyth University tomorrow, and has therefore been out to give her wolfhound Fflur one last long walk. Only her front door, for the first time in quite a while, opened on a bar. So now there's an extremely windswept, slightly soggy red-haired teenage girl happily sipping Coke, with an enormous grey wolfhound on her best behaviour under the table at her feet.

And Esther Cohen has also found the bar unexpectedly. Unlike her first and only previous visit, she's much more composed this time her kitchen door opens on somewhere that is not her home, and accordingly sits primly in an upright chair to order a nice large milky coffee. Good news for the welfare of the still-steaming sponge cake she's carrying, and also good news for anyone who wants a slice of it. Thieves, however, will be thwapped.

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[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

"Oh, hello Sam!"

Sarah smiles at him when she walks by his booth on the way to the fireplace, somehow carrying a mid-day snack and a book all at the same time.

[necessary_child]

...Damn. Just what he wanted to be found wearing. Not that Sam's particularly vain, but he can live without re-meeting a pretty girl when he's still in his PJs.

Not that any of this shows on Sam's face. Sleepiness takes precedence for starters. He looks up, grins tiredly.

"Hi, Sarah Jane. Morning." Sort of. He hasn't really looked at a clock yet.

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

Sarah's eyes glance over him, taking in the t-shirt and the boxers. She stiffles a giggle, placing her items (one plate of toast and bannana, one glass mango juice, and one book) on to the booth's table.

She then sits across from him.

"You didn't fall asleep here, did you?"

[necessary_child]

"...Not this time?" he suggests, eyes innocently shifty behind his messy black tangle of hair. Sam grins boyishly. "Door turned up unexpectedly."

Namely, as he was heading for the kitchen for coffee. "At least Bar makes better coffee than I do, though."

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

"In your nightwear?"

Sarah, it should be said, looks rather aghast at the idea that that can happen.

"No wonder you're hiding all the way back here."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton usually doesn't steal from strangers (and having only met Sam twice, he does technically sorta count as a stranger) but he's in an odd sorta mood today, so he's up in the rafters, trying to call pieces of Sam's toast to his hand with the Force.

[necessary_child]

Not having had his coffee yet, or at any rate all of his coffee, Sam may miss the first piece of toast to disappear. Should a second vanish, however, he may have to Get His Grumpy On, as young mortals might put it.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton has no self-restraint whatsoever, and so as soon as he's finished one piece of toast, he pulls another up into his hand.
"Y'don't mind, do you?" It's possible he doesn't care if Sam minds or not.

[necessary_child]

Grumpily, "Yes, actually, I do."

He doesn't look up, and hasn't actually realised who it is yet.

[runmakitarun.livejournal.com]

Makita's been outside practicing her sneaky today. So she practices it right up behind Molly. "Need a hand with that?"

[cute_bruiser]

Molly jumps, eyes flaring a wary pink for a second until she sees it's another kid, albeit an older one. Close enough to a kid, anyway.

"No, thanks, I'm fine!" she assures the older girl. As a sudden, stronger blast of wind narrowly avoids sending her into the lake.

"...Y-you can come play though? If y'wanna?" she offers hastily instead.

[runmakitarun.livejournal.com]

The kite gets a long look, "... what is it?"

[cute_bruiser]

Makita gets a long look in return. As long as Molly can give before the kite tugs wildly again, anyway.

"It's a kite, silly! Wanna play?"

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Nathan's been conducting sekrit flying out back, trying to get control of it. He was about to head in when he noticed the girl struggling with her kite. Looked close to Simon's age.
He debated on heading over to help, though also keeping an eye for her parents.

[cute_bruiser]

Molly is obliviously giggling madly. At one point, a larger-than-usual gust of air sends her skipping over the water for an instant, but this only causes even greater fits of giggles and her eyes to flare pink, helping her keep her grip on the kite.

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Nathan hurried over, and silently cursing why her parents would leave her alone by a lake.

"Hey, you all right?" It was only when he got closer that he noticed the eyes. Ok, can't be contacts since she seemed too young to wear them. Uh, hmmm....

[cute_bruiser]

"'Course!" she says cheerfully, eyes still a-glowing. "This is awesome!"

For Mama Cohen

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

There's a boho girl chasing a kitten around the room.

Said kitten is having way too much fun making April squeak and trip.

"SONTAG!"

Look, Mama Cohen - you have a gray kitten in your lap.

Re: For Mama Cohen

[momofabohemian]

She eeps. In a ladylike sort of manner, but still. Eepage occurs.

And then there is much 'AWWW, KITTY!'ing.

Sorry, April. You're not getting him back for a while. Maybe not ever.

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

'Her', technically. But who cares about technicalities?

April manages to be graceful enough that she doesn't trip over a table in her way and stops rather breathlessly in front of Esther.

"I'm... really sorry... about that, she likes... meeting new people."

[momofabohemian]

"Quite all right, dear," Esther says beatifically, petting teh kitten. "I'm beginning to get the impression that surprises are quite the order of the day here."

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy was just passing by Tansy's table when he caught a glimpse of a tail.

He freezes involuntarily, then steps away from the dog and then glances down at it to see if he's going to be able to get away from it without it following.

[apostrophewitch]

Fflur is not just a dog; she is a Very Very Big Dog Indeed. Which becomes more visible as she sits up to delicately take a tiny tidbit of Welsh cake from Tansy, and comes easily up to the girl's shoulder.

However, what else becomes obvious when Fflur sits up is that she still has her lead on, said lead being looped carefully around Tansy's ankle to prevent any chance of escaping.

Tansy, seeing a familiar face, waves in Guppy's direction. "Hey, Guppy. Don't mind Fflur, she won't hurt you." Fflur's wide, strange pale blue eyes look beseechingly at him in the hope of being fed.

[guppy_sandhu]

He just freezes, because that really is a Big dog.

[apostrophewitch]

Said big dog, realising she probably won't get fed any time soon, drops back down under the table again, possibly with the intention of having a nap.

"Guppy?" Tansy headtilts concernedly at him. "She's harmless, I swear. And her lead's round my ankle, look. She's not going anywhere near you."