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[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow, Millie and Wade are at the usual booth after finishing dinner, the family curled up together and Snow reading to them from a book she got from Bar. It's probably Dr. Seuss or at least something that is most definately not a fairy tale*

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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith wanders past them with a somber expression on her face, seeming not to notice they're there.

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*as the story had just finished, Snow happened to be looking up at the time*

Faith? Is something wrong?

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Hm?"

Faith glances over at Snow, blinking. "Oh, hi, Snow. What? Oh. Uhm. Yes?"

She eyes the kids, then looks back up at their mother. "It's...a thing."

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*these are Milliways-born kids. They've seen and heard a lot in their time and Snow keeps hoping they won't repeat most of it*

Well, you're clearly worried about something . . . what happened?

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith looks at the kids again, then sighs and looks at Snow.

"Do you know River Tam?"

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow nods*

I've met her before. She seemed nice, though somewhat out of it and frightened, though I couldn't tell what of. Did something happen?

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith chews on her lower lip.

"You know what a gunslinger is?"

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*Snow thinks*

I've heard of them around the bar, but I don't think I've met any of them.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"OK. Well. You, uh, remember when I was having those godawful prophetic dreams a while back?"

[some-turnkey.livejournal.com]

*There is a slightly tipsy man in a hideous suit at a nearby table. He smiles at Snow, making a failing attempt at charming.*

I always said a mother should read to her k... ki... children.

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*even genuinely charming isn't appealing to her these days, especially not when drunk*

It helps them learn. And it's certainly better than the alternative.

[some-turnkey.livejournal.com]

*His smile stays, however uncharming it is.*

And learning is verreh important, of course.

*He leans over, not getting up even though he is meeting a lady, and holds out his hand.*

Doctor Frederick Chilton, of the Baltimore Hospital for the Criminally Insane.

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow keeps her hands well away from him. Her children, too*

Snow White. Employee or patient?

[some-turnkey.livejournal.com]

*irked* I am the head administrator, I'll have you know.

*He blinks, having recognized the name, and looks bemused* Snow White? As in...

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*. . . Snow now associates him with Ichabod Crane. He's pretty much fucked*

I pity those who have to work with you.

[some-turnkey.livejournal.com]

*He's remembered where he had heard the name before, now. And he's leering grinning with slightly drunken amusement, seeming to not have heard her.*

Snow White... ha... Fairest of them all, hm?

*He points to Millie and Wade.* And whose are those, then? *He laughs shortly under his breath.* Doc's? Grumpy's? Bashful's?

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*Millie and Wade decide this is a good time to scamper under the booth, as they only really recognize these names as ones that make Mommy angry. . . *

Fuck, no. And I'd prefer that you didn't make such idiotic insinuations.

[agentlemantrue.livejournal.com]

Oh, look. There's that man again. He's in more formal attire tonight - light blue shirt, dark tan vest, brown pants, and oh my goodness, shoes.

He's over there. In that chair. Looking around with bright blue eyes and an almost-smile plastered on his face.

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*in a non-Chilton continuity, Snow gives him a smile and waves him over*

[agentlemantrue.livejournal.com]

Should poor Chilton be saved? Why, of course not.

Coming over, he gives her that almost-smile, and reaches down to lightly touch the twins on their shoulders. It's almost as though he's been waiting years to be able to do that.

"Good evening, Snow." He knows her. His voice implies that. And unless you want to play him as looking like Fables-verse Beast in human form... How is that?

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

The only reason I can think of is to spare Snow the night in the cells

*the twins smile up at him*

Good evening, Charles.

*she saw him the other night, but I'm thinking at best, looking like perhaps Fablesverse!Beast's human form's brother*

[agentlemantrue.livejournal.com]

*snicker*

Charles sits down next to Millie, after bowing to the babe. "May I?"

Charles plays with Millie and Wade a little, being rather impishly silent as far as the realm of conversation goes.

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*hides from Snow*

Of course.

*the twins giggle and grab at his hands and otherwise act like small children having fun*

[agentlemantrue.livejournal.com]

He looks up at Snow, "mischevious little boy" written all over his face. "I was not asking you, Mme White. I was asking your lovely daughter."

Charles chuckles, and it is so much more pleasant than it once sounded. He tickles them both, delighting in the shrieks.

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*Millie beams at him, Snow rolls her eyes but smiles*

It's good to see that human form is working well for you.