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[creator_raven]

Raven comes down the stairs, and though he pauses to look out the window, he does not linger. Instead he orders a plate of cookies from Bar, and settles himself in a booth.

Not even an out of the way booth.

He looks comfortable, and he is idly fiddling with a quill pen, two dice, and a small leather wristband.

After a moment he orders a pitcher of lemonade from a passing waitrat, as well as several cups.

He wouldn't mind company.

He likes people.

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

And now Ace is comfy too.

Sitting on his lap.

"Whatcha up to?" There's still a bit of glitter in her hair. Stuff is impossible to wash out.

[creator_raven]

Raven grins, brightly.

"I am sitting, I think. It is an underrated pastime, perhaps."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Perhaps. You could write an article on it, even." Ace suggests, showing absolutely no inclination to move. "Support the cause, raise awareness, and all that."

[creator_raven]

Raven settles himself more comfortably.

"Would you draw fliers? I am not so good at it, I do not think."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

She wrinkles her nose at Raven.

"Gah, no. My drawing skills are absolute rubbish." Diagrams. Diagrams, she can do. Drawing? She's down to stick figures. And not even Raven and Coyote's pornographic kind.

[creator_raven]

Raven snorts.

"I am lazy. This is problematic, perhaps."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

She eyes him.

There may be disbelief.

"What if they were glittery fliers?"

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

There is a Morgan perched on the back of the booth, peering down at him.

[creator_raven]

Raven twists himself so that he can see her.

"Hello, Morgan."

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

"Your fight with Adam was pretty, but it frightened the fish."

[creator_raven]

"They are sensitive things, those. It is to be expected."

He watches her, solemnly.

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

She nods, and her lips twitch.

[creator_raven]

Raven wrinkles his nose.

"So. You saw it, then?"

[imperfecthero01.livejournal.com]

Heero happens to pass by, and... well. Tonight is not a night he's going to object to company, either.

And so he stops.

"Hello," he says.

[creator_raven]

"Heero."

Raven gestures to the other side of the booth.

"Will you sit?"

[imperfecthero01.livejournal.com]

Not an invitation he's going to ignore. Heero takes the seat.

"What are the dice for?" He queries, observing the table.

[creator_raven]

Raven grins.

"That, I think, is the question. I am not sure what they would like to be for, yes. It is a question of balance. So."

He tilts his head.

"How go things, for you?"

[imperfecthero01.livejournal.com]

...that is an interesting answer. And one that requires another query in return. "A question of balance?"

And, ah. The question he would rather not answer. "Slightly pained," he says, as a throwaway answer. "I was careless today."

[creator_raven]

Raven shrugs, lightly.

"I am careless most days, perhaps. After a fashion."

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Alain's been keeping an eye out for Raven.

He approaches. A quick, friendly smile, but it's mostly automatic; he's serious, underneath.

[creator_raven]

Raven looks up, smiling slightly.

"Hello, Alain."

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

"Hello."

He's serious, but it's not unfriendly. A slight smile, answering.

"How do you fare?"

He leans a hip against the far side of the booth.

[creator_raven]

"Well enough, I think. Some things take time to settle, so."

He raises an eyebrow.

"Sitting is acceptably polite, I think. It is what the booth is for."

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

A flash of a wider smile, and Alain sits.

Curious, "To settle?"

Ordinarily, he might not pursue someone's half-answer, and if Raven wants to dodge the quetion he'll let it pass. But he's wondering if perhaps this has something to do with Lilly and Wash.

[creator_raven]

Raven nods.

"To settle, yes. I had forgotten how to make myself fit, I think. It is an unfortunate thing."

He shrugs.

"How go things with you?"