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A small child - by small, the narration means no more than six - enters the bar. He has very long hair, and a fineness to his features that might make some mistake him for a girl, but nobody who looks into his eyes will mistake him for a child for long.

Pain, and bitterness of years are there, and a certain knowledge...

And it all vanishes for a moment, in a flicker of pleased surprise when he sees where he is. Hao remembers Milliways. And while his previous self is away in another world, helping a lost spirit... Time means little at the end of it all.

His eyes flick around the bar, taking in what has changed, and what hasn't. The most prominent change, of course, is the new placard on the bartop. He clearly takes a moment to consider it, and then the amount by his name on the board... and by a second name on the board, one that makes him smile faintly, before stepping back out the door, and returning a moment later, carrying something wrapped in very soft-looking leather.

He approaches the bar, and lays the bundle on top of it.

"For me, and... the other one," he says softly. "Thank you. A coffee, and some curry bread, if you will," he adds, as the bundle vanishes, and both his debt, and the other one become just slightly negative. As the requested items appear, he hops up onto a barstool; all the better to see everything from.

He's still quite short in this life.

((ooc: please bear in mind, if you approach, that Hao is a mindreader, and actively hostile towards normal humans.

tiny tag: Hao Asakura))

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He happens to be sitting next to someone not much taller than him.

Also, possibly not much more ... sane.

His eyes start, and perhaps end on the person sitting beside him. He can feel the power there; ancient, and spiritual, maybe older than himself.

"Hello," he says, with a polite nod over his coffee.

Yuugi - who is, really, Yami no Yuugi - blinks and looks down at this tiny child.

And he is really small. Yuugi is taller than him. That's saying something.

"Hello," he offers in return.

In nine years time, Hao will be slightly taller. He still has a long way to grow. It's vaguely annoying, when he bothers to think about it; most of the time, he doesn't.

"I have never seen one such as you here before," he comments.

"Such as me," Yuugi repeats, slightly perplexed.

What does Hao mean? One with hair such as him? Someone as short as he is? Or ... ... he can't possibly mean a person with two souls living inside him, can he?

"Mmm, well, I suppose it doesn't much matter..."

".... if you say so?"

Yuugi is mostly confused. But he has the horribly creepy feeling that Hao can see right through him and into his heart of hearts, where the real Yuugi is currently sleeping.

Oh, he can. See right through the spirit, to the owner of the body... He smiles faintly.

The spirit's thoughts do him credit.

Yami no Yuugi has the curious ability to detect threats to Yuugi, but not necessarily threats to himself.

He stays where he is, sort of watching this small child out of the corner of his eye.

They're both in danger, but the spirit moreso, and neither of them so much as they would be, were they not in Milliways.

"Trust, though, that I know what you are, spirit."

He really doesn't talk like a small boy, though (far be it from Yuugi - either Yuugi - to judge age by height, however!), although more alarming is the revelation of the child's knowledge.

Yuugi looks up in surprise and Yuugi stirs in his heart. "... what?" he finally asks, when he realizes there is little else to say.

He tilts his head slightly, regarding the spirit.

"I mean neither of you any harm, spirit." For now goes unsaid; for the time being, the rules of Milliways are sufficient protection.

"... why would you harm me at all?" Yuugi asks, now suspicious.

The kid is pretty intriguing, and he's guessed this Yuugi's nature, which is ... bizzare. Even this Yuugi wasn't entirely certain he wasn't some personality of Yuugi himself.

He is being watched.

Correction, he and his curry bread are being watched.

...by a presence that perhaps feels distantly familiar? Is it a hiding presence, or one that can be spotted, as Hao's eyes scan the room?

The curry bread is rapidly vanishing into his stomach; he may not think like a child, but he definitely eats like one.

It can be spotted if Hao scans the rafters.

Hao's plate is being targetted.

As a being capable of flight himself, Hao does think to look up... as he takes his last bite of curry bread.

"..."

"Mew," it says, hungrily.

Innocence, right? Yrael can do that.

He took an Acting class in high school. Oh wait.

"...You know I won't believe that," Hao comments. But he gestures for the being he remembers very well is neither cat, nor cat-spirit to come over anyway.

The cat drops down from the rafters, landing lightly onto the bar.

On its feet, of course.

"It was worth trying, at least." Some people forget.

"So long as you know when not to push," Hao agrees. A small hand reaches up to run through softsoft kittyfur. "You could try asking, if you want to try the curry bread."

"I have had curry once before, but never curry bread," he says, purring at the petting. "I would like to try it, yes."

"Bar, if you would?" Hao asks. A plate of tasty curry bread appears, and Hao appropriates one piece for himself, before pushing the rest towards Yrael. "Thank you," he says graciously.

"My thanks," he says, sinking his teeth into a piece and dragging it from the plate like one would a demon rabbit.

Om nom nom nom nom.

"It is very good."

"It's my favourite," Hao admits, munching on his piece. "It didn't exist, you know, when I first met you..."

His eyes get distant for a moment, and look very old.