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[sidhe_king]

Finvarra is as usual up on one of the rafters, and as usual in black, but it's not anywhere close to formal. The hood on his shirt is pulled up over his head as he carves a whistle-like shape out of a piece of dead branch, leaving his form just a shadow, a void.

He watches the bar almost idly, but his eyes are sharp and bright, paying close attention to each person he sees. If the wood pieces and shavings fall on you...well. Feel free to look up and take your chances.

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[runningred]

Jay brushes wood shavings off his motorcycle parts and looks up, trying to work out what's going on. "Bloody big termites in this place."

[sidhe_king]

Finvarra only rocks forward onto his bare toes on the rafter, looking down at the man who speaks. "Or they're not termites," he says, only loud enough to carry down.

[runningred]

"Is that so?" Jay grins up, one hand over his coffee to stop any more shavings from getting in. "So what is living in the rafters?"

[cook_the_rude]

Dr. Hannibal Lecter does look up, and brushes a bit of shaving off the shoulder of his blue plaid suit.

[sidhe_king]

"How suit your girl the earrings?" he asks, not looking down at Hannibal just yet, but blowing more of the curled wood shavings off the whistle.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal takes a step back.

"I haven't given them to her yet," he says.

[sidhe_king]

"Are you waiting for a particular invitation?" he asks.

[cook_the_rude]

"For just the right opportunity," Hannibal says.