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[the-grayman.livejournal.com]

It's a little like a bad joke, but at least it's not a dirty one. Allen knows enough of those to last him well into ... well, the rest of his life, really. They're all funny, but no one he knows these days laughs at them. This is a good thing.

So a guy walks into a bar ...

This guy is sopping wet and wishing his well-made, silver-lined coat was actually waterproof. At least this bar is warm and dry, and from the smell of it, probably has food as well.

Timcampi hides in his coat sleeve. He's not terribly fond of wet weather, either.

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[the-grayman.livejournal.com]

Allen's smile is a ghost on his face.

Timcampi bites his ear.

"Ow!" Allen slaps his ear and holds the lobe, wincing. "Tim!"

Timcampi bears its teeth, then floats in the direction of the bar.

"... I think Tim wants something," Allen sighs, getting to his feet.

[killitwithfire]

Axel laughs a little.

"All right. Take care of your friend. I'll see you 'round."

[the-grayman.livejournal.com]

Allen offers a performer's bow in response, then hurries to avoid losing Timcampi in the crowd.

Stuck here or not, General Cross will find a way to kill him if Allen loses his golem.

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