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Atton's at a booth, mechanical parts (all of the mostly circular variety) and curved bits of sharp metal floating in the air above him, being carefully put together.

Which evidently means his powers are either back or on their way back. This pleases Atton lots, which is why he seems in a particularly chirpy mood.

Botherable.

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"Most of them are really humourless. I'm not that highly regarded in the Order, anyway, everyone thinks I'm a maverick. And a loose cannon," Grin. "They're a right boring lot, all of them. They could drone for centuries on end."

Pause.

"I think a few of them have."

She snerked. "Guild Elders're like dat. Fuckers so stagnant y' 'spect 'em t' sprout moss."

"At least one person on the Jedi Council has moss on them," Beat. "Not me. The Grand Master of the Order is pretty young, though."

"Oh? Dat's a surprise."

"Yeah. Twenty-five, younger than me. Acts like an old man, though."

"Happens." She notes.

"Yeah. I try t'lighten him up - Lock him in his office, throw paint on him before he has important meetings, but he never seems t'get my jokes."

Belle snickered. "Beginnin' t' 'in' y' lucky t' be alive."

"Not lucky. Just skilled."

"Ah, o' course."

She nods and snickers. "Is everyone here crazy, or jes' everyone I talk t'?"

"Y'don't believe me?"

"Non, 's not dat. I b'lieve y' jes' fine. Y' jes'. . .doan seem t' be a classic picture o' sanity."

Smirk: "Probably fair. I've always been a little bit on the crazy side."

"Y' in good company."

"I thought so." Grin.

She grinned back, drinking her beer.

"I may steal your beer, if y'don't drink it quickly. Fair warning."

That earned a smirk. "Y'll try. Y' won't succeed."

"Ooh, that sounds like a challenge." Atton grins, exaggeratedly cracking his knuckles and loosening his shoulders.

"It might be at dat." Belle muses, stretching her arms over her head, arching to stretch her back.

Atton grins, and then, unnaturally quickly, his hand snaps out to take her beer.

Belle slams one of her high heels into his shin, swiping her beer back.

"Ow. Anyone tell you you're cruel?"

"Not cruel. I jes' cheat." She shrugged. "Y' ok?"

"I'm fine, it takes more than a heel t'my shin t'slow me down." Grin.

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poisonwine - 2007-06-10 15:21 (UTC) - Expand

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