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Two Guys walk into a Bar.
Well. Not quite. There is one Guy is holed up in an otherwise empty booth, referencing the current state of Milliways against the last chapter in the book he is reading.
There is, however, a small face peeking around the Door. He seems to have found the magic room that hides in his home once again. It is a shame that his brother and sisters are not near so that they can see he was telling the truth before.
Still, that does not mean he cannot see if the
queenofmay is still here. It's with this in mind that the small boy enters and hovers next to the Door.
[OOC: Two Guys. One dead, one tiny. Have either one, the other or both!]
There is, however, a small face peeking around the Door. He seems to have found the magic room that hides in his home once again. It is a shame that his brother and sisters are not near so that they can see he was telling the truth before.
Still, that does not mean he cannot see if the
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[OOC: Two Guys. One dead, one tiny. Have either one, the other or both!]
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The younger, living Guy of Gisborne is understandably somewhat frightened.
"Guy."
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He has frightened himself. Only in Milliways.
Guy is not good with small children. Still, he was a boy once. He was this boy. It can't be that hard.
"Did you come here on your own?"
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His gaze is drawn back to the man in black though.
"Is your name really Guy?"
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He remembers mostly that everyone said he was sullen as an older boy.
Guy does not risk it.
"I believe your parents thought of me when they named you."
Strictly speaking, they did.
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Guy rises stiffly. He dimly wonders at his joints stiffening even though he is dead.
"Would you like to sit with me?" He nodded towards the booth he had been occupying. "I was thinking of having some cake."
One thing he does remember is that he used to get scolded quite often for getting into the pantry and nibbling the cakes stored there."
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Guy loves cake. It is his favourite. Mama only lets him have cake on special occasions and if he has been a good boy.
Which is not often enough for his liking. So he sometimes goes looking for cake when he is not supposed to.
"I like cake," is his answer as he follows Guy to the booth and scrambles up to kneel on the seat.
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Guy slid in round the other side of the booth and asked a passing waitrat for two slices of cake. He wondered briefly, what they might be able to bring, considering the state of the Bar.
He...has run out of things to say to himself.
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But maybe Big Guy knows where his princess is? He eyed him speculatively.
The other people from home that he had told about the princess did not believe him.
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The young boy's face has his wondering written all over it.
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And then... he is distracted by the waitrat returning with slices of spice cake.
CAKE!
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"Princess?" He echoes, while leaning over to wipe his face with a napkin.
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He was asked a question though! Yes.
"Lady Marian!" He bounces a little at that too. PRINCESS! :D He loves the princess. She is the most beautiful lady he has ever seen next to his mama.
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Somehow...some things, especially those regarding Marian, make a slightly different kind of sense now.
"Lady Marian is here sometimes, but I have not seen her yet today."
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He presses a small finger into the crumbs on his plate, trying to gather every last morsel. The cake was delicious, but gone so quickly.
The older Guy's slice of cake is forgotten when the boy spots the object of his affections entering the Bar.
PRINCESS!
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As bittersweet as every time he sees Marian is, the dead man cannot help smiling a little at his younger self's enthusiasm. At least one of them gets to express his feelings towards her.
And at least he still has his own slice of cake.