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[nita_callahan]

Nita's at the Bar, looking slightly annoyed. She's Bound again.

So she's back to her tea-Bar-people-watching routine, still keeping an eye out for her friends.

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[nita_callahan]

Nita's eyes are looking into the distance. Eventually she shakes her head. "I don't think so. I think I'd get tired."

[howling_laugh]

"Clever girl. It's never wise to wish for immortality, if you don't already have it. Or if you value your sanity."

[nita_callahan]

"Yeah, I figured. . ." She leans her chin on her hand. "It's probably something you have to be born to. Or -- created to, or something."

[howling_laugh]

Coyote's smile is bright and amused. "Or something. I suppose it could get tiring. But there is enough I think, to keep me busy for some time yet."

[nita_callahan]

Nita grins. "Yeah, I'll bet you could keep busy if anyone could."

[howling_laugh]

"I could tell you stories that would make your hair curl, dear."

She pauses to stub out her cigarette. "They would not of course, involve anything that a fourteen year old shouldn't hear about."

[nita_callahan]

She raises her eyebrows and giggles. "Of course not. They'd be totally appropriate hair-curling stories."

[howling_laugh]

Coyote gives Nita a wicked smirk. "The ones about hairdressers could be."

She eyes her own hair. "This is too thick to hold a good curl, though. How sad." She sighs. Sadly.

[nita_callahan]

She cracks up. "I suppose they could be, yeah."

"Anyway--" She drains her tea and sets her cup down on the Bar, where it disappears. "I should probably be going to bed."

[howling_laugh]

Coyote lights another cigarette and gives a little wave.

"Goodnight. We will speak again soon."

[nita_callahan]

"Yeah. Dai, Coyote."

She heads upstairs.