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*Brian's still got his Greenpeace tabard on when he comes bounding into the bar, clipboard clutched to his chest and pen-on-elastic sproinging merrily at his side*

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*Adam grins at Brian when he enters, eyes now blue again, and trying very hard to look decidedly not-evil.*

*Brian changes direction without hesitation, bounding over to Adam and almost knocking him off his chair with a big-ass hug*

*Adam does, in fact, grin at the hug, and squeezes Brian back.*

Missed you, man.

Totally didn't miss you at all. You smell bad.

*and yet it must be noted that Brian hasn't actually let go yet*

*Adam's not exactly making moves to let him, either.*

Smell bad? At least I shower.

I totally shower! This is mud smell. Mud smell is good.

Right. Yes. Mud smell.

*he laughs, and finally lets go of Brian.

Where've you been?

*he shrugs*

About.

*he's kinda not catching Adam's eye*

*Adam frowns.*

About where?

Er. Hiding inna house?

*Adam sighs*

Why were you hiding, Brian?

FrmSpk.

*Adam takes a step back, and when he speaks, his voice is calm, and a bit scary.*

Brian. Why've you been messing with Spike again?

*he looks up, a flash of hurt in his eyes*

I didn't mess with him! I never mess with him!

Right. You don't ever. Why do you even associate with him. How 'bout that?

I don't. Um. Much.

It was more, like, someone gave my number to someone else, and someone else gave my number to someone else even though I tell people not to. And it got back to Spike and he's not happy.

*Adam sighs*

Okay, okay. But why didn't you call me? Come to the flat - or even here? You know we would've taken care of you.

Sheemie eyes the tabard curiously.

*Brian grins and waves cheerfully*

Sheemie waves back, smiling.

How's it going, man?

"Well enough, sai. And how for ye?"

I'm pretty good, actually. Good day, signed up five people, someone gave me a new Hat.

Sheemie looks at him curiously. "What is it you sign people up for, sai?"

Er... giving money to charity. So, like, they pay a certain amount each month for reforestation and stuff.

"Ye... ask folken for money to plant new trees?" He smiles. He likes that idea.

Yeah. I mean, other stuff as well, but that's pretty much what it is. Trees're good, I like trees.

"Trees are very fine, aye", Sheemie agrees happily.

*Brian sticks out his hand*

Brian. Who's you?

He shakes hands.

"Sheemie Ruiz. We're well-met, sai Brian."

What's sai mean, then? Someone else said it to me the other day.

"It's a name, do'ee kennit? Like "miss", or "sir"."

Awright, sai Sheemie. Well met by moonlight, and we'll meet again, don't know where, don't know wheeeeeen...

Sheemie blinks at the singing, then grins.

"Well-met indeed, sai Brian."

*Brian ruffles his hair and bounds off, headed for the door*

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