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[mnt_mike]

Mike doesn't bound down the stairs today. No, instead he sedately wanders down with a rather large covered basket under his arm. It looks something like a sewing basket. He takes a seat at an out of the way table, and begins to unpack various and sundry sewing supplies.

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[mnt_mike]

"We stitch up the parts that you just seperated. Simple.We just make sure that we use the new numbers and not the old seams."

[xweapon.livejournal.com]

"Mebbe yeh should just make a skirt kilt?" offers Logan, pulling long at this beer.

[mnt_mike]

"As in I kilt the man who made fun of my skirt?"

[slayer_fray]

"Right," she steps back, politely. "After you."

[mnt_mike]

He laughs.
"Yeah, don't worry about it, I got this part."

He takes out a custom made thimble and a spool of black thread. With little to no effort, he threads a needle and sets about stitching.

"So this slinky dress of yours...."

[slayer_fray]

"That I was doing a very good job at forgetting..."

She slumps down into a chair again, marvelling at his skill at handling a needle in three chunky fingers.

[mnt_mike]

"There is no forgetting. Only Zool."

He is Ninja. He sews with great skill, and then fades away, without a trace.

[xweapon.livejournal.com]

Logan stops paying attention to Mel and notices Mike is gone.
"Hunh."