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[balletrat]

*Meg skips merrily into the bar.

Yes, she really does. A certain something has put her in a remarkably good mood. Could it be the grungy-looking thoroughly disgruntled man in the tutu over there? Nah.*

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[balletrat]

I guess you're good at that, huh?

[http://users.livejournal.com/_ryo_oh_ki/]

She nods. "I try to be. But some people just glare at me, and one threw me into the wall."

[balletrat]

*Meg's eyes widen.*

Threw you into a wall? Who the bloody inferne -

[http://users.livejournal.com/_ryo_oh_ki/]

She nods and climbs up onto the table to look around. "He's not here. He plays sad music on a harp ..."

She climbs back down.

[balletrat]

*Head? Meet desk. Oh, I see you're already acquainted.*

Asmodean.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_ryo_oh_ki/]

She covers her mouth and giggles, thinking Meg just used a swear-word, from the tone.

[balletrat]

*Meg sighs.*

I'll talk to him.

*Her tone does not bode well for 'him'.*

[http://users.livejournal.com/_ryo_oh_ki/]

"I wasn't damaged, Meg-san. Just hurt and surprised a little." She doesn't want him in trouble ...

[balletrat]

He still shouldn't go around throwing children into walls, *Meg informs her.*

[http://users.livejournal.com/_ryo_oh_ki/]

There's no good way to continue protesting that. "Thank you, Meg-san." She hugs her.

[balletrat]

*Meg hugs her back.*

I'm glad you weren't hurt, anyways.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_ryo_oh_ki/]

"Is there anything I can do for you again?" She smiles up.

[balletrat]

Nope. *Meg grins.* Me, I'm fine and dandy, don't worry.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_ryo_oh_ki/]

"How is your core-ee-og-ra-fee going?" She stumbles on the word.

[balletrat]

It's going good - they're going to perform it at the Opera House, *Meg says, with a smile.* Thanks for all your help, again.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_ryo_oh_ki/]

She beams. "I like helping. Is the Opera House here?"

[balletrat]

*Meg shakes her head.* No - it's in Paris. In 1883.