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((Pre-Milliways.))

Atton steps into the bar, letting the door swing shut behind him and immediately looking for some indicator of how long it's been in Milliways since he left. Come, why don't you tell him, or just talk to him, as he would appreciate that as well.

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Oh yes, there is major eye rolling at this.

"Rocks you say? Oh no, that is most interesting. You are correct though, cities, stabbings, those things have no appeal. But rocks..." He smirks.

Never to hungover to be crass. "Did you stop to consider that there might be a reason?"

Atton feigns a look of horror.
"Well, I just thought you had a headache or something. Monty," He fights to suppress a smirk and fails. "Did somebody reject you? Or steal something from you? Perhaps you've been trying your hand at art and have had no inspiration?"

Beat.

"Y'know, if you smile," Atton reaches forward to take each side of Nasse's lips between two fingers and pull them into a smile. "It will feel a lot better."

He rolls his eyes again. Go figure.

Then jerks back, growling. That was a mistake "Ne joue pas avec moi! Enculeur de porcs. Mon dieu, tu me prends la tête! Enculer a chien!" He snarls and clutches his head. "Again."

Atton doesn't speak French, so he just goes on what he does understand.
"I don't speak gibberish, but I did hear you say 'again'," He grins. "Well, if you insist." And abruptly he's reaching for the sides of Parnasse's mouth again.

Montparnasse swats at the hand. Atton is both lucky that he's hung over and unarmed. "I said don't push your luck, pig fucker." Among other things.

"That's not very nice," He leans forward slightly. "I will push my luck if I want to, Monty. And there's really nothing you can do to stop me."

"I very much doubt that." He replies coolly.

What with a goddess/demon, angel, vampire, peacekeeper, and harper all wanting him to keep out of trouble, surely someone can see to it that Atton doesn't antagonize. That or he could recruit the ghostbuster for great earpulling.

They could pose a problem for Atton. Lots of problems, in fact.

"That's because you're an idiot." Atton replies with a small smile. Raising his hand, he exerts the Force towards the sides of Parnasse's mouth, attempting to pull it into a smile.

He stands. Too quickly, and rubs his temples again.

He turns and walks to the bar. He was in no mood to deal with this now.

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