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[k_in_black]

There's a Man in Black striding in through the Door. It's been quite a while, and he wasn't actually expecting to end up here tonight. As the Door quietly shuts behind him, he slips that shiny black phone of his back into an inner pocket of his Suit, and takes a seat at the Bar. As usual, he makes a point of ignoring that pain-in-the-ass shrink a few seats down.

There's a napkin waiting for him as he settles in. He eyes the writing on it and nods. "Too right, Darlin', been much too long. I'll have the usual, if you please."

A double of Eli Lockhart's finest bourbon appears with a *bamph*. K lifts it up, admiring the look of that wonderful stuff under the lights of Milliways and offers what looks suspiciously like a smile.

"Back in the saddle. About time."

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[k_in_black]

"Yeah, ok. I don't think you'll need to worry about that from us."


Not unless Zed changes his mind about that proposal for a zombie MiB division, and K's pretty sure he won't.

[makesthings]

"Do you have a commission?"

[k_in_black]

"Not at the moment."

"But you never know. If we ever need something requiring your particular skills, we might make an offer."

[makesthings]

"Thank you. I'd appreciate that. I want to learn to make as many things as I can so I can be a proper Wallmaker."

[k_in_black]

K nods approvingly, throws back the rest of his drink, and sets the glass firmly down on Bar before turning and putting out a hand to shake.

"Sameth, we'll be in touch."

[makesthings]

Sameth shakes his hand with a grin, "Good, I'll be here."