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Somewhere out by the lake there is a man in a brown suit with a hat on his head and his braided, beaded hair pulled back in a pony-tail. He's got a cool, pale green gaze with a wealth of emotions in it and the suit accents a body which hasn't known an iota of desk-work in years.

(Grading Penny's homework and helping with Cora's does not count. That's just being a good da', it is.)

He's calm. He's quiet. He's still. He's bait for Cheetah.

But that doesn't mean he won't talk to or tango with anyone else who wants a spin.

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There is a man surfacing in the water. A well-built man with black eyes and gills. He's in black trunks with a utility belt and some kind of spear gun in a holster on his thigh. His hand is threaded through the jaw of a large emaciated fish, said jaw bristling with hundreds of needle sharp teeth, its eyes milky white and distended from being brought to the surface.

Abe stands on the wet sand, blinking around for a moment. Clearly this isn't where he intended to surface.

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Spoon nods politely enough to him. While he hasn't met any Abe Sapien, one was drafted into his wife's bachelor party.

The smell kind of lingered.

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Abe returns the nod, glancing around to see if he might have inadvertently crashed some kind of party. (This is not the same Abe, unfortunately.)

"Sorry. Don't mean to intrude."

He hefts the carcass up to his shoulder, careful to avoid the spines, and starts up the beach.

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(The narration knows. The old Abe is Spoon's player's roommate.)

"It's perfectly fine." he says in what may be the only "generic English" accent known to man. It comes from re-learning the language in the company of people from every corner of the country, and then learning bad Greek on top of that.

Not that he doesn't speak Greek fluently, just that he speaks the redneck version of Ancient Greek.

"Just waitin' to see if me wife is going to pass by. Bit of a surprise, see."

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Abe's accent is flat American, his voice pitched in the lower registers. Maybe New England? Maybe something older?

"Yeah, was for me too. Thought I was still in Connecticut." He shrugs, eyeing the bar in the distance before looking back at the man in the suit. "What's she look like? I'm headed up there and if I see her, I can tell her you're out here."

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Spoon, we're afraid, just gets American. He's a little dismissive of the entire country.

"Itty bitty human-looking woman." he gestures at about Ace-high, "Black leather jacket, stompy boots, great arse."

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Abe notes the description, his gills flexing and closing at the last bit. Awkward.

"Name?"

Last thing he needs is to tell the wrong woman that her husband is waiting for her.

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Less awkward by the fact that Spoon is stating a fact with no emotional weight to it. She has a great arse. She's also got magnificent tits.

"Ace. Ace Witherspoon."

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"Ace Witherspoon," he repeats, hoping never to be put in a position to confirm or deny either of these facts.

Another awkward moment, as he rubs the fingers of his free hand together over his palm. He holds it out a bit, in a loosely closed fist. "Abe Sapien. I'd shake your hand, but I'm a little on the wet side. My apologies."

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Someone just got a message by way of fishy humanoid.

And is making damn good time in her stompy boots.

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Spoon holds out his hand to her, smiling sweetly.

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Ace manages to slow, aborting her plans of tackling him where he stands.


Yum-o. For the record. The suit and the hair and the confidence (and oh yeah, hallo, the body) means Ace? Is totally the luckiest. Neener.

She takes the last few steps as delicately as one can in heavy stompy boots, taking his hand.

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"Dance with me?" he asks, grin widening into one to match hers, "Brought you a shiny in me pocket."

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"Y'could've given a girl time t'dress." She teases, leaning into him. "Got anywhere special in mind?"

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"I can wait." Spoon says, "You're always worth waiting for. No, I just wanted to dance with me wife."

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"Ffffffffffft, say that when I can't decide what clothes t'wear some day." Ace snorts, stretching up to kiss him.

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"How about this. Go get sommat that matches y' engagement ring." Blue and silver and shiny.

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Somewhere out by the lake, probably not too far from the first somewhere, there's a giggle. It's a bright sort of noise and it's attached to a little girl with too many (, , ) colors and a messy braid.

"Fancy."

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"Hallo, luv."

You know what? Dancing with his daughter is just as much fun as dancing with his wife. Spoon holds his arms out, "How's me darling?"

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The giggle brightens up a bit further (if such a thing were possible) and the little girl attached is more than happy to fit herself into the available space, chin tilted upward and smile wide.

"M'okay! Did all my maths already this time. Homework before Bar today."

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"Good girl!" Spoon says, nuzzling her happily, "I'll check it over after supper, shall I?"

She does make him happy. It's an instant dose of better to any hour he's awake.

Sending her off to school is hard.

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Going to school is hard.

She's not bad with her numbers - or even her letters too much anymore - but she's not always very good at saying the right things, or being quite normal enough to pass by unnoticed.

(It's not something she minds very much, but it's something restrictive. And so it itches sometimes.)

"Yeah?" she nods, settling in. "Cora - I think it's all okay this time."

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"Helping you out is what da' is for." Spoon says, chin on her head, "In everything, for all your life."

(Good thing she's got a da' who will take her places to ramble and be a child, yes?)

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"Cora knows!" she lowers her voice into a conspiratorial whisper, eyes crinkled at the edges. "Is why she's lucky - kind of found the best family to fit in."

Her chin tilts up again and the tip of her nose presses to his, eyes crossing.

"Y'lookin' all fancy, yeah?"

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"I'm the luckiest of da's, too, to find the perfect daughter under a table." Spoon informs her, crossing his eyes back, "I am. Going to take your mum out dancing tonight. We've both been busy of late."