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[stillbecoming]

Buffy is consuming delicious pineapple smoothie by the fireplace, and people-watching. And ... other species-watching. She's inclusive. (Is that a balloon?)

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[3nanashi]

"I'm Trowa Barton."

He shakes. His hands are completely callused, a broad flat callus rather than individual strips; this is what you get when you're a trapeze artist.

[stillbecoming]

"Nice to meet you." It's like shaking hands with sandpaper. Maybe it's a satellite thing? "So what's your story?"

[3nanashi]

"I'm in the circus."

This is nothing like the whole story.

But it's still true.

[stillbecoming]

She looks at him.

"You're just full of surprises."

[3nanashi]

Trowa accepts this.

Manfully, and in silence.

[stillbecoming]

"And conversation." She sounds amused. She is amused.

[3nanashi]

"I've been told."

Often.

And loudly.

[stillbecoming]

"You're not in a band, are you?" she asks, apropos of very little. He just seems like the type.

[3nanashi]

. . .

"No."

Only in some of the artbooks.

[stillbecoming]

"Are you enjoying this conversation in a low-energy kind of way, or do you wish I would leave you alone?" Curiously.

[3nanashi]

"You're fine."

He comes here to socialize!

. . . Maybe.

Sort of?

[stillbecoming]

She's holding back a grin. "Thanks for the ringing endorsement."