Jan. 29th, 2018

sticktothemission: Straight on view of Reaper's mask and cowl (Reaper)
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The Door opens to a man in black.

Reaper's shoulders stiffen when he sees Milliways and he stops short of entering. For a long moment he just stands there but eventually he relaxes enough to come in, metal-edged boots clunking on the floor as he strides to Bar. A note appears almost immediately.

Welcome back.

There's a huff of air reminiscent of a bitter laugh. "Hi. Got anything I can-" Several small cubes appear on her surface before he can finish. He cants his head at them, carefully picking up one between his metal claws. It dissolves into black smoke. "That'll do. Separate tab." His tone is warning.

Of course, Reaper.

"Good." He gently drums his claws on her surface in thanks, careful not to scratch the varnish. Then he scoops up the cubes and pockets them as he turns to face the room, looking for someplace to sit that isn't so open.