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Momiji, when he last left Milliways, honestly intended to spend a good, long time just relaxing and enjoying some time at home. Mostly because there was a decidedly large python chasing him at the time.

It turns out, though, that, after about a month of hanging out in Bar, suddenly being faced with a quiet day at home on the Sohma compound can be...well, somewhat lonely.

As such, there's a rabbit-boy in, tonight, sitting playfully on top of the table at one of the Bar's booths, wearing his schoolgirl's uniform and holding his violin. He's playing energetically, a little booklet with music written out sitting next to him, and a big smile on his face - it's nice to be able to play with people around.

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Timothy is walking by the booth. He stops distracted from his somber thoughts for the time being. The being before him is intriguing like most people in Milliways.

When the rabbit-boy pauses McGee will try to clap but stop when the pain reminds him that he is injured.

[OOC: I have to go in about 30 min. to workout. Do you mind slowtime after that?]

Momiji goes on for just a little while, before noticing the man watching and coming to a stop - grinning, initially, at the attempted clapping and then blinking in confusion when it stops so suddenly.

"Uhm, hi!"

"Hello." he smiles kindly.

"That was very impressive."

"Oh, thanks!" The blonde teen grins, settling his violin down in his lap and looking over at the man.

"...Is your hand hurt?"

"It'll be alright." there are also bandages on his neck, "I was attacked by a dog but it's been looked at."

"Where did you learn to do that?"

"Oww," Momiji winces sympathetically. A moment later, he pulls both his legs up onto the table with him, sitting on top of it quite contently.

"Lessons after school, mostly."

"Time well spent." he did enjoy the performance. "Where do you go to school?"

"Just a public high school in Kyoto. Nowhere really special!" The rabbit-boy shakes his head, a wide smile on his face, nonetheless. School's fun, after all.

"...What's your name, though? I'm Momiji!"

"Sorry, I'm Tim." he offers his good hand, "It's nice to meet you Momiji."

"Nice to meet you, too!"

Tim gets an energetic, albeit not very strong handshake from the teen.

"I didn't mean to inturrupt you." he gestures awkwardly towards the table the boy is on.

"That's okay! It's not an interruption!" Momiji shakes his head in a quick, firm motion, once to the left and once to the right, barely containing a mirthful giggle.

Audiences, you see, are awesome, whatever the circumstances.

"Good." he's in enough trouble today as itstands.

"How long have you been in Milliways or coming to Milliways?"

"Oh...wow." That question him makes him pause for a while, a brief bit of finger counting going on.

"Most of a year, by now! A long time, anyway. What about you?"

"I have been coming and going for the better part of the year. At least as far as I have been able to calculate. I'm still not sure about the effects of time dialation from passing through the wormhole to get here."

Momiji doesn't actually say it, but his expression pretty clearly reads, "Time what from passing through the what, now?"

But, of course, he's happy just to stick with the Yay, Magic! explanation of things.

"Neat! It hasn't done anything weird to me, back home, at least."

It's an expression he knows well, "Sorry. I don't know hgow time changes between here and my world."

"That's good. Personally I would prefer it if I wasn't taken away in the middle of an investigation. But your performance has made it worth it." he considers that perhaps this is just what he needed to refocus.

"Oh - it just grabs you, sometimes? It hasn't done that to me much, but it seems like it does, to a lot of people."

The rabbit-boy basks momentarily in this praise, blushing just a little, before quirking his head curiously to one side.

"Investigation? Are you a detective or something?"

"I'm a Special Agent with NCIS, Naval Criminal Investigative Services." he shows the boy his badge.

The badge is stared at with a somewhat childishly impressed air.

"So, like the police?"

"Yeah, like the police. But for the Navy." he completely understands, he has that same ahh when it comes to his Boss.

"Ahh." Momiji nods, since that make sense - he hadn't really imagined navies needing police, before.

"Is it easier to catch people, since they're all stuck on boats?"

"Not always. Sometimes things happen on Naval Bases which aren't on boats. Or things happen to naval personel and we investigate those too."

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