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Esfir is...torn between being not amused, and very amused.

See, whoever it is that is in charge of today decided that she need to let her hair down and get with the spirit of the season. And so when she came down, there was a brief moment of flailing as her centre of balance noticeably changed (heels are not exactly something she is familiar with, outside the low pumps of her formal uniform, and suddenly being over five feet in height is new and odd).

The pants she could live with*, and the...corset wouldn't kill her**, and the hat could be okay, and there is nothing wrong with her hair actually being down, and the cutlass currently slung through her belt is fairly awesome, and the hat she could get used to.

But.

"[If my dogtags do not come back within a minute, I have a sword, and I am not afraid to use it,]" she says in Russian, calmly, to whoever it is that is in control.

Almost sulkily, the chain with her dogtags appears back around her neck.

"[Thank you.]"

Now, the question is; can she walk in those heels.

*well, relatively speaking
**see above

tiny!tag: billy kaplan, leela, the russian astronaut

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"Billy. I'm twenty-seven. I've been short for a very, very long time. I've probably heard it."

"Sorry," He doesn't really sound it.

From the look she gives him, she doesn't believe him.

"Do you know what is going on today?"

"I have no idea. Maybe someone spilled rum on the bar." He wonders how much alcohol it would take to get a Bar drunk.

Slowly,

"So, Bar is drunk?"

Billy shrugs. "I don't know. Seems like as good an explanation as any."

Beat.

Grin.

"Strangest. Afterlife. Ever known."

"Way better than choirs of angels and flowing robes, anyway. Arr."

"Ugh, yes."

"Or fire in brimstone, in my case." He's relaxed enough to joke about it, and he winks at her. "How are things?"

"I'm...I'm good," she says with a soft smile.

That would be burning curiosity, that would.

"Yeah?"

Chin up.

"Yes." Beat. "I may have bullied a friend into running with me every morning. It's amusing."

(that isn't why she's smiling)

"That's good. Exercising with someone makes it easier." Well, mostly he lays around and distracts Teddy. Still!

"It's more for him than me."

Well, yeah. Dead. Anyway.

"Anyone I know?"

"Cal Chandler?"

Billy shakes his head. "Nope."

The only time he was anywhere near Cal, he was busy yelling at psychotic childhood idols.

"Ah. Rather tall, rather pretty American. Also dead."

He very carefully does not say anything about sticking together.

"Oh. I don't think I've seen him around. Why does he need the exercise?"

"To wear himself out enough to get to sleep."

It's not the only reason.

"Oh."

He understand that.