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milliways_bar2009-02-24 09:05 pm
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There's a nymph perched comfortably up on one of the booth dividers, rather calmly (and relatively palely, all things considered) decked out in suitably flimsy - and jangly - Mardi Gras finery. The gauzy swathes of skirts are smoothed neatly over her lap and one knee is tugged up so that she can rest her book against it.
She smiles down at her bells in the manner that one might an old friend every so often, idly dinging one with a finger between an occasional turn of a pages.
She's getting rather used to this holiday.
She smiles down at her bells in the manner that one might an old friend every so often, idly dinging one with a finger between an occasional turn of a pages.
She's getting rather used to this holiday.

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He thinks of himself as a man of logic and finding his own solutions, not relying on anyone or anything else if he can help it.
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If so, Cloud could potentially use her as religious reference should the need ever come up. (Not that it would.)
Her lips quirk up crookedly, eyes amused, "At least you are not wearing bells, Sir Cloud."
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"Seems the bar is letting me off this time," he says.
Because Halloween? Yeah, not so much.
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There can be further tallies of smile-degree too.
"Has she been mean to you before?"
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Cloud nods.
"Last Halloween," he explains, "she changed my form."
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She reaches out a set of fingers, patting him sympathetically on the back of his hand, even as her eyes continue reflecting something that is dangerously similar to giggling.
"It was not too terrible, I hope?"
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"I'd rather not think about it."
Because thinking about it reminds him how much difficulty he had moving around and getting up on stools (http://community.livejournal.com/milliways_bar/20776922.html?thread=897455578#t897455578).
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"Understandable."
She nods firmly, wrinkles her nose.
"There is something very strange about suddenly not being yourself."
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"At least it's just costume in your case," he says. And not pixel-blocking - or gods - gender swapping.
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It's cheerful enough and she marks her page absently, book folding closed and disappearing easily between her hands.
A smile, "How have you been then, Sir Cloud? Any brighter?"
(It is what he is looking for, after all. Light.)