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Jack of the Frost is back in the bar, with a box. He's trying to tie ribbon around it, like a present, and it's failing utterly.

Ribbon is too damned fiddly.

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[old-lizard.livejournal.com]

Someone wandering by offers him a stapler.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_to_the_bone/]

[ooc: ZOMG FANGIRL SQUEEE]

Jack looks up, and smiles, with some confusion.

"Hello. Will that work? It should look nice, it is a present. Thank you, though."

[old-lizard.livejournal.com]

"Well, you could use it to hold down the ends, then fold the ribbon over the staples," Chinthliss suggests.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_to_the_bone/]

"That could work."

He smiles.

"Thank you very much. I have never wrapped a gift before. I usually just stick them in bags."

[old-lizard.livejournal.com]

Chinthliss smiles. "Ah. Special occasion, or person, then?
Excuse my manners." He looks abashed. "My name is Chinthliss. May I ask yours?"

[http://users.livejournal.com/_to_the_bone/]

"Jack of the Frost, at your service, and a funny sort of anniversary of sorts. Just once, a year ago, with someone who mattered."

The stapler is helping, but not enough for him to be able to carry on both wrapping and conversing at once. So he sets it down and gives Chinthliss his whole attention.

[old-lizard.livejournal.com]

(ack! have to go for a couple of hours--slowtimes all right?)

[http://users.livejournal.com/_to_the_bone/]

[ooc: sure thing! Still with the OMG FANGIRL]

[old-lizard.livejournal.com]

"A pleasure to meet you," Chinthliss bows slightly, before offering a handshake. He may look human, but he won't lie or try to conceal to othersenses that he isn't should Jack wonder.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_to_the_bone/]

"And you, Mr Chinthliss." He returns the handshake, because it's awkward to bow when he's sitting.

"I have not seen you in Milliways before."

[stygian-promise.livejournal.com]

There's a goddess sliding in next to him, fingers skating through his hair and dark eyes lazily hooded, she's feeling rather pleasant today.

"Would you like me to take care of that, little love?"

What? She's good with tying things.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_to_the_bone/]

"Please, Lady."

He extends it towards her, with a smile. She's... a good person to have here right now. He needs someone maternal who hasn't tried to gouge his eyes out recently around.

[stygian-promise.livejournal.com]

She's ... vaguely maternal. Well, one would hope that something rubbed off after having a great deal more children than is particularly advised. Or logically possible.

And he's a great deal more clever than most of her brats, anyhow.

"Certainly, dear," she murmurs, easily twisting fancy spirals at the ends of the knots. "Now who are we giving gifts to?"

[http://users.livejournal.com/_to_the_bone/]

"Belial. They are paper forget-me-nots. Blue. One year is a paper anniversary."

It's been a whole damned year.

"Fire tried to kill me. Frost knows you two get along and will not say anything but please be careful of mentioning her around him for the next forever."

[stygian-promise.livejournal.com]

Her expression darkens unpleasantly, finger twirling the twist tighter.

"You should tell your sister that there are proper levels of sibling rivalry - especially with the little ones," a lazy blink, chin tilting haughtily. "Or perhaps I should be telling her for you. Would not do to upset my sweet thing, after all."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_to_the_bone/]

"Sibling rivalry I understand but I am me and not him and I like my eyes in."

He looks down.

[stygian-promise.livejournal.com]

"An understandable feeling, dear."

She narrows her eyes mildly, placing the box onto the bartop with a mild flourish.

"Chin up now. It is hardly becoming."

It might be noted that we are meandering a touch too close to the sentimentality line here for her tastes.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_to_the_bone/]

He lifts his chin, with a nod. Pushes the why? away and shrugs.

"So do not... do not smile at her where he might see, or speak her name with fondness. He feels horrible. And responsible, for letting her."

[blueeyedjohnny.livejournal.com]

After this (http://community.livejournal.com/milliways_bar/16110695.html?view=663824231#t663824231), a narrowly escaping man crawls over to near Jack.

And quietly collapses.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_to_the_bone/]

"Jesus, God."

Jack flies out of the chair, practically, and supports Johnny a little,

"This whole fucking week."

[blueeyedjohnny.livejournal.com]

"Can't get my breath." Johnny gasps.

"Pissed off a metal thing."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_to_the_bone/]

"Shhh," he says, sliding an arm slowly around him.

"Do you think you can stand? We should go to the infirmary."

[blueeyedjohnny.livejournal.com]

He coughs, wiping blood from his mouth as he does so.

"I'm up." he gasps, staggering to his feet.

[pointed-spoon.livejournal.com]

"Up?" says Dworkin, from behind, and suddenly Johnny's a foot off the floor, and being held still.

Jack gasps, and moves back, as Dworkin scuttles closer.

[blueeyedjohnny.livejournal.com]

"Please, let me go... can't breathe."