Quentin (
heatherandsteel) wrote in
milliways_bar2019-09-18 09:04 pm
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"Yes, I know which flavors to get," Quentin says as he opens the door in a human disguise and stops. This isn't the donut shop but it will work for now. He heads to the counter and pulls out a list of flavors, "Okay, I know you can get all of these for me, so could I also get a coffee and some kind of maple donut?"
A box appears before him, its even the right box for the donut place, a mug of coffee and on a plate, three different varieties of maple donut-one with bacon, one that's a classic style and with actual maple candy on it.
A box appears before him, its even the right box for the donut place, a mug of coffee and on a plate, three different varieties of maple donut-one with bacon, one that's a classic style and with actual maple candy on it.

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That'd be a lot of donuts even for Yamato.
Having just come from attempting to jury-rig a heat-and-gravity machine in the garage to act as a forge for his experiment, he's somewhat dressed down today, with a few streaks of something like motor oil on his t-shirt and jeans (and even a few on his face).
In front of the Bar is a little exposed for him to get too affectionate, but he does lightly touch the small of Quentin's back as he draws up next to him.
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"I'm not, most of them are for the Luidaeg since Toby and I are having tea with her. What's got you so dirty?"
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"Science," he says, in response to Quentin's question. "Isn't the Luidaeg really important in your world? Is this a normal social tea, or a politics-y tea?"
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He sniffs his thumb and frowns before wiping it off with a napkin and then offering Yamato the napkin.
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Quentin pushes the donuts on the plate over as there for sharing.
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"We'll see. I'll give it my best shot," he says. "And a few people here have helped me out with it so far, and I don't want their help to go to waste."
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Hey!
It's the guy who had the shiny feather for Puffy's nest.
Does he have something else for Puffy? He must find out!!
There's a flutter of wings and some scrambling of webbed feet as he lands on the bar top. With all due curiosity he wanders over to see what those round things are. And what's in the box?
There could be something interesting in there too!
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The box disappears while Quentin considers the bird, "Hello again, did you find a good use for my pen?"
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Where'd the box go?!
He pats the bartop experimentally with his foot make a 'flaapt flaapt' noise. Come back box!
He wants to see what's in you!!
Much to his surprise ...
The box returns.
(Well, not the exact box, but close enough.)
There's a squawwwwk and flapping up in the air before he lands on the box.
It's empty and he sinks into it.
"Wrrugh?"
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He jumps and down several times on the box before landing onto the bar and nudges it a few inches across the bartop. How did the box show up?
Box?
Are there more boxes around here?
A second, identical, box appears next to the battered one.
"!!!"
And then a third one!
"!!!!!!!!!" Puffy starts flapping his wings around, squawking excitedly. BOXES~!! BOXES!!!!
A fourth and then a fifth one appears!
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Apparently he can.
The sixth box appears and in a fit of birdness he knocks it off the table.
Now he's hungry. What he wouldn't do for some crunchy fish. He really misses his crunchy fishes...
And now there is a crunchy fish on the bar top, raw but on a plate.
Puffy stares at the fish. Quentin can see the little tiny wheels turning in his little birdy head.
"Wurrk?"
A second fish appears.
"QURRK!!!"
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Yes!
Yes!
This is fantastic!
Hey, look another fish. And now another one.
Puffy is very pleased with this development. The fish is sniffed and eaten messily. Oh. This is good! A second one is eaten. Remembering that Quentin exists and feeling magnanimous he picks up a third fish and drops it on his plate of doughnuts so that they can share. He does remember that Quentin gave him the pretty gold feather pen for his nest!
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