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There is a boy - looking to be about fourteen - standing in the doorway.

Behind black-rimmed glasses, his eyes flick over the patrons curiously. Many, many humans - many also not so human - some...

Hmm.

Harth Fray comes further in, letting the door shut behind him.

The vampire watches the bar silently.

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Xander blinks.

"Well, hey, you're uh, adjusting well," he says. "You ever been here before and/or are a being of phenomenal power who doesn't get surprised by this kind of stuff?"

"Hmmm... neither, really," the boy says, with a smirk that belies that. "Just cope well... Xander."

Same time as Andrew Wells, this one had been around. And now in a bar at the end of the universe.

Completely spun.

He stares, checks his shirt quickly to ensure that he is not wearing a nametag, and stares some more.

"... Psychic?"

"You could say that," Harth grins.

"You've known a lot of Slayers, right?"

Xander hesitates, eyeing him warily, but nods.

"In the sense of 24/7 Slayer slumber party at my house? Yeah, you could say that."

Harth's eyes half-close.

(No, he is not imagining a Slayer slumber party, dammit!)

"Xander Harris..." he says quietly. "...Didn't you have one eye missing, Xander?"

Xander nods slowly. Man, this kid is good. Maybe he's an X-Man.

"Uh, yeah, that's me," he says with a grin. "And the eye is brought to you by the purplish god Asar-Suti." He pauses. "... We get lots of gods here."

Harth's eyes gleam with interest.

"Huh. Place is really somethin'."

"This place is a lot of somethings," Xander agrees, nodding. "Hang out here enough and you start to redefine your entire conception of normal. And possibly your worldview. Or your sexuality."

This guy's a little young for that, of course.

"Oh, uh, didn't catch your name, pal."

Oh yes. Much too young to have a... redefined sexuality.

"Harth Fray," the boy says with a smile.

Xander blinks.

"Fray?" he repeats. "Do you know a Melaka Fray, by any chance?"

It's not a very common last name, as far as he knows. But what are the odds that somebody related to Mel ended up here?

Found you.

Harth... smiles.

Yeah, there's some definite creepy going on here.

"... Um?"

"You know Mel," he smiles.

"Is she here?"

"Yeah," Xander says slowly, "and I'm guessing you do, too?"

He shrugs.

"I haven't seen her around."

Harth smiles. Sweetly.

"Oh yeah. I know Mel. We go back a bit, y'know?"

"So you're ... friends?"

With the same last name, Harris?

"Cousins?"

"Siblings," the boy grins. "A little estranged, but I like to think we're slowly growing closer again."

"You're Mel's brother?" Xander repeats. Weird, she's never mentioned one ... but then, if they're estranged, that might be why. Slayer stuff messes with everybody.

"Awesome," he says. The creepy makes more sense now. Though he has none of his own, he acknowledges little brothers to be fairly scary individuals. "Yeah, um, I'm a friend of Mel's, so it's great to meet you."

"Any friend of Mel's is luncha friend of mine," smiles Harth.

Xander grins.

"Glad to hear it. Do you have any idea how long you're gonna stick around? Because, um, depending on whether the door opens for you, it could be awhile ... Mel was stuck here for months."

Harth raises his eyebrows.

"I have... no idea. I'd like to have a look about and stuff before I go - this place is really somethin' else."

Xander nods.

"Makes sense-- you only just got here. If you need a tour guide or anything, let me know. Mel'd probably want somebody looking out for you."

Harth smiles up at him.

"I'm sure she would."

"... Has anybody ever told you that you're kinda scary?" Beat. "Um, in a good way."