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Harold is in the corner of the bar, purple crayon in hand, quietly amusing himself. He might have been there for hours without anyone noticing him.

He looks a little lonely, to tell you the truth.

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Harold doesn't like it when the happy noises stop.
It's good!!he thinks hastily towards the yo-yo. Means I LIKE you lots!

He goes back to cuddling and stroking it.

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It makes a muhr? noise, and then, slowly, starts to make the happy noises again. But it's still confused, because they're somewhat less enthusiastic.

A short while later, Remiel glances at his watch regretfully. "I hate to say it, little buddy, but we've got to be going; things to do tonight. Catch you later, huh?"

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Harold makes a very sad and dejected face.

Still, he slowly hands over the yo-yo.

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Remiel smiles, accepting the yo-yo with a nod. "We're in the bar most nights, lately. And I know he won't object to more petting."

For the yo-yo is grumbling to itself.

"Stay safe, little one."

And with a reassuring wink, for he is the angel of hope, Remiel is gone.