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[badinlatin]

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.]

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[badinlatin]

"And what's your kind?"

[mnt_raph]

"Me? I'm the punch first an' ask questions later kind."

Like Jayne, minus the guns.

[badinlatin]

"'S a good kind to be."

Mal looks down at the papers and sundry he hasn't touched since Raph arrived, and decides to wrap them up in his habitual tight spiral around his brushes.

"You want a drink? I think I'm goin' to grab some lunch."

If only to burn previous images of his mother out of his brain.

[mnt_raph]

"It's done me more good than harm," he says with a smirk. When Mal mentions a drink and food, Raph downs what's left in his stein in a gulp.

"Could do with another. You get this round, I'll get the next."