Malcolm Beauregard Reynolds (
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Mal is sitting at a table in the middle of the bar with a latte mug's worth of overly-sugared coffee. The caffeine hits him very little anymore, but the sugar may be lending itself to an amount of restless energy Mal isn't aware he's experiencing.
All of that aside? He has his calligraphy brushes out and is writing letters to his ever-increasing list of correspondences he's horrible at keeping up with.
Botherable? Sure. Just don't sneak up on him.
[ooc: I will add your pup's tag to this post if he writes a note for them and posts it in the threads. As usual, workslow, but taggable through Saturday morning.]
All of that aside? He has his calligraphy brushes out and is writing letters to his ever-increasing list of correspondences he's horrible at keeping up with.
Botherable? Sure. Just don't sneak up on him.
[ooc: I will add your pup's tag to this post if he writes a note for them and posts it in the threads. As usual, workslow, but taggable through Saturday morning.]
Letter for Moiraine.
I have not seen nor heard from you in some time. I hope you are doing well and have not gotten into any trouble without letting me provide entertainment along the way.
Please do not attempt to read anything in the way of reason or logic behind this. I got bored on the ship today for some reason.
Let me know how things are.
Mal Reynolds
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Not looking up from his paper. He's trying to switch inks and needs to make sure the colors don't run.
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Raph invites himself to sit down, pulling out a chair and turning it so his arms rest upon the back.
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Pointing to a stack of papers with various depictions of characters across them in different colors.
" -- were just practice."
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Then Raph just sits there....watching. Every now and again he takes a sip from his gigantic mug.
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This is getting creepifying.
"Can I help you with somethin'?"
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"Nah. I'm good."
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But you're...sitting there.
"Am I entertaining?"
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Like a lava lamp.
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He ponders the other hobby remark.
"Does drinkin' count as a hobby?"
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By yourself? Probably no.
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It's weak ale. Not because he's drinking to get drunk, but because for the most part straight up clean drinking water isn't always easy to come by in Tortall. Especially if you aren't a native to the area.
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"How's your brothers and your ba? Haven't seen them in a while."
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This pleases Raph.
"Splinter's good. Haven't seen a whole lot of him either, but...then I figure that's to be expected. How's Sallie?"
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He pauses, considers taking another drink.
"You weirded out by all this?"
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Ugh.
Parents.
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Your point, Mal?
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Letter for Lilly Kane.