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Hiro has -- made himself comfortable. Sure, by doing so he fell asleep in a boothe, but-- still. The guy's had a long (confusing, squee-filled) day. Still, he woke up to the bustling of bar and began to stumble about, realizing:

He has only the vaguest idea of where he is.
He has no idea how to leave, because he can't seem to find a door out that doesn't lead to SCOTLAND, or it's equivalent.
He needs a shower.
He's famished and this place has the best waffles on God's green earth-- or, well, the multiverse.

He's decided to pursue problem 4 -- one and two will sort themselves out but waffles wait for no one. No one.

Though, he does wish Ando were here. It's probably make communication easier. His english drastically improved... what with six months with his prettier teacher... but... Miscommunication is bound to happen. Ando would fix that. Ando's English is EXCELLENT. (Because of the American porn!)

For now? Waffles.

[Back room canon post applies; will be wrapping up slowtimes on other thread... if you have a thread there unfinished, please don't tag here. Everybody seems to want a little Hirolove, so take turns, plz! Love!]

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"...To wubba who?"

"Save the cheerleader, save the world!" There is hand waving and cheekwobblnig seriousness at hand. THIS IS SERIOUS BUSINESS, MAL. "IT IS MY MISSON!"

"Whoa. Okay, Mission Man, calm down 'fore I have to go get a doctor."

Not that you couldn't probably use one anyhow.

"It's very very probable that time isn't passing in your 'verse. Please remember that before you pop a vein or somethin', dong ma?"

"....time stoppu?"

He considers this for a moment, and then marginally relaxes. "So. Yes. Vacation," he says, very quietly. "Already... had one of those."

With a very nice girl.

"...Everyone deserves two vacations in a row at some point or other in their lives, I'd think."

Hiro looks like he needs a bit of cheering.

"Have you been outside yet?"

"I saw the door out!" he says. "It looks very cold!" Scotland in winter is no where near as balmy as Texas in the fall. "Are the staburus there?"

"Sta..burr...Stables! Yes!"

Accents are hard.

"We could go check up on Tequila -- my horse, I mean."

"Tequira? Like-- drink?" He mimes a shot glass. A horse named Tequila! That's just awesome! And so very Mal! Hiro is positively tickled!

"... I don't have a jacket. Will it be-- very cold?"

"Like the drink, yes," Mal laughs. "And I'm sure you can borrow a coat from Bar. Even buy one, 'cause you run up a tab and all."

"A tab?" He blinks and looks at the ....massive tab wall behind the bar. "Oooooh. So-- I ask Bar... for coat?" And that's good and kosher?

"Absolutely. Go for it, Mission Man."

Mal stands from the bar, gesturing to the bartop for Hiro to get a coat.

Hiro goes over to Bar! He -- looks around, and then... looks down. His little windbreaker is just not going to handle the weather here...

"...coat, pureaze?"

And there is a nice, suitable coat! Isn't that MAGICAL? To Hiro it is. But it's a decent sized brown leather affair. Why no, Bar's not feeding into his horrible case of Hero Worship here, no way. Not quite LONG enough, but-- enough that his fancy is totally tickled.

"Sankyuu!"

NOW THEY GO OUTSIDE YES? Poor Mal, dealing with someone who beams to blind at twenty paces.

Seeing Hiro in a brown coat is...a special experience. Mal succeeds in not appearing terribly confused.

"Alright, so -- " Mal smiles for a second before turning on one heel toward the back door. Stepping out into the cold, Mal doesn't bother to button up the front of his duster.

"The stables are out this way," Mal points out the low building off to the left. "I volunteer over there some days. Don't get much grass and trees out in the black."

"Or in Tokyo," Hiro replies as he follows along, his hands in his pockets. He is not unprepared for the cold (Japan can get rather chilly, in the right places) but... he definitely is intrigued at the landscape.

Not intrigued enough to fall behind, out of step with Mal, though.

"Tokyo on Earth-that-Was, then?"

Might as well figure out a bit about this guy.

"What year are you from?"

[ooc: slowtime?]

"Yes," he says and nods his head. "2006! Soon, 2007!" He follows along, happy as can be. Sure, Mal can ask any questions he likes! Hiro will babble at length, one is sure.

[OOC:Fine be me!]

"Shiny. So y'all aren't into prolonged spaceflight then?"

One never knows, really.

"I live on a ship at home, so I never know what to talk about."

"No," he says. "Not yet. I hope soon!" He really wants to see space. But you know, since he's living the superhero life, maybe he'll see it.

But -- well, living on a ship... "What is it like? Small? Big?" He wants to blurt oh can I visit? but decides against it. It'd be carrying his rampant fanboying just a little too far.

"A Firefly? Bigger than folk give it credit for, dong ma? Full o' little nooks and crannies..."

Mal trails off as the stables draw closer, and Mal opens the door for Hiro.

"Third stall down on the left."

One.

Two.

Horse.

Hiro pauses as the stall, and smiles brightly. "Tekiya!"

The brown Waler lifts its head incredulously, if horses actually can manage incredulous. Not at Hiro, as much as Mal.

Who IS this guy? Tequila seems to question.

For about three seconds, at any rate -- that's how long Tequila takes to decide to sniff at Hiro to see if he has treats.