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[i_ship_it]

Dodger's been hanging around this place ever since she first showed up here, just trying to get used to the novelty of everything. She doesn't want to go back there. Not ever. Not if she can stay here, far away from all of the beasts that go bump in the night on her side of the door. She cannot even remember the last time she was able to just sit down and relax and not have to worry about anything.

Today, she's over by the window, baseball bat propped up next to her in her booth while she watches the universe unravel endlessly outside.

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[thewidewideworld]

A thin and unhealthily pale man comes in from outside, a heavy cloak drawn tight around himself. "I shouldn't look too long if I were you. I'm told it can lead to madness." He orders a glass of apple tea and mead, sipping it carefully.

[i_ship_it]

Dodger's still not used to that – people just wandering up and being all friendly – and she jumps at the sound of the stranger's voice. Dodger can just about match Sinric in the "not looking healthy" department. The dark circles under her eyes are still pretty dark, and the cuts and scratches and bruises all over her are only just starting to fade.

"Jeez," she says, stopping herself from reaching for her baseball bat. "Don't sneak up on a girl like that."

[thewidewideworld]

"And it's not even as if I'm anywhere near my usual cat like grace." He jokes half-halfheartedly.

[i_ship_it]

"Are you saying you're some kind of werecat?" Dodger asks.

She's heard of these things. Never seen one, though.

[thewidewideworld]

He cocks his head, giving the translation magic a moment to unlock that for him. "Oh no. I'm a-" He cuts himself off from saying a man, "I'm human. But there was I time I was a dancer, then I had more grace."