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[badinlatin]

Yes, it is a Cap'n.

Might be hard to recognize really, as he is not wearing his traditional duster and suspenders; can't deal with 'em sitting over his fun new soon-to-be pretty scars, y'see.

Slipping his way to the Bar pretty much unnoticed - he thinks - he picks up some hot tea and finds an overstuffed chair and ottoman somewhere near the observation window.

[OOM: Mal is off for the night, as mun cannot sleep through her alarm clock again tomorrow. If one is particularly interested, tag for a slowtimed convo tomorrow.]

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[badinlatin]

"No, a little gremlin that sits on your shoulder threatenin' to pull out all o' the pegs in your grenades."

"Yes, Faith, the inner kind."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith winces and looks down at her hands, apologetic.

"Sorry."

[badinlatin]

[Suuuuuch an idiot.]
Mal winces at his comment and Faith's reaction. "I'm sorry, Faith. Demons are bound to get ornery old men all crotchety. Pay no mind."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith looks at her hands for another minute, then looks back up at him.

"...shooting range, huh?"

[badinlatin]

"Yes. Please."

"Damnit, I don't have my gun on me."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith grins, patting his shoulder carefully.

"It's just as well. You finish healing up...I'll go back to my world and, uhm, figure out where I am and what month and year it is..."

[badinlatin]

"Sounds like a plan. 'Sides, this is my vacation." Mal kicks his feet back up on his ottoman and feigns a spaghetti-western sleeping posture.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith snickers and stands up, ruffling his hair.

"Sweet dreams, Captain Schmoopy-pants," she says, cheerfully, and then walks away.