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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve is at the bar, his sketchbook open to a page that looks something like this:

SteveR
SGR
SGRogers
SGR704
Mr.Orpheus


He sighs, crosses out another name, and taps his pencil against his nose as he thinks.

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[arkadia]

[OOM: "Aren't you cold?"]

So, they lost, and also Eden's jacket is singed, because while Kuja might have been cautioned against violence, he was apparently not cautioned against 'near brushes with violence by way of summoning magical exploding stars very, very close to the poor Ursus keybearers'.

The two had returned to Daybreak Town slightly charred and with nothing to show their union for a day's work of worth, and the only small blessing was that neither of their Chirithys seemed to want to lecture them about it.

Bar provides him with a mug of coffee, and Eden responds by ordering a pot of sugar and dumping the whole thing in. He then orders another pot of sugar and dumps that in. Then a third. Finally, he lifts it and takes a sip. It tastes foul. Excellent.

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[hate_gettin_older]

There's a faint scuffling noise on the stairs, as of somebody stumbling and catching themselves before actually falling.

The reason for this may have something to do with the fact that Edgar isn't really looking where he's going as he emerges into the main bar; he's staring unabashedly at Curtis, who's coming in right behind him.

Or rather, at Curtis's new prosthetic arm.

"Seriously, holy christ," he's saying, with an air of having said it already at least twice.



[Two pups, two muns, tag either or both!]