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Timidly, Bubbles picks out into the bar from upstairs. She has been in her room most of the morning and was bored of coloring and cartoons. And she wants some chocolate milk...
She takes a few steps down the stair, before sitting on them, deciding instead to watch everyone from her spot on the stairway.

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And there is a silent Hank watching from behind.

"Hello, Bubbles."

His voice is warm for her.

Bubbles looks up behind her at the sound of his low voice, a smile glowing as she does so. "Mister Hank!" She flys and hugs his knee with a streak of blue.

He lifts her and hugs her gently, then smiles as he lifts her and holds her up so he can see her, carrying her in his arms, if she will let him, as he would his own child if eh had one.

"Hello, you little angel. How have you been?"

Bubbles shrugs her shoulders as he holds her, "Bored... I've gone through three coloring books and a box of crayons..." She sighs. She misses crime fighting.

He grins and smiles softly at her.

"I'm sorry you are bored. I am sure you will get home soon. Until then, would you like to come with me and play some games on a computer?"

She beams at him, "Sure!"

he grins and carries her to his trable qwhich is strewn with notes and his own laptop. he pulls out a laptop for her ans sets up several games for her to choose from. There ar a lot on there, so she will have her choice.

he smiles at her.

"Would you like soemthing to eat?"

She smiles back at him, "Just chocolate milk please!" She presses a button, choosing a solitare game.

He orders a chocolate milk for her and a coffee for him, and smiles at ehr as she plays.

After her drink comes he moves it across to her. he watches her a little. She is a delightful girl.

"Here you go."

And he smiles at her. This young lady is a nice addition. He just wishes he could get her home to her real family.

"Thanks!" she takes a long drink through the straw, before turning her attention back to the game. After several moments later, she squeals in delight, "I won!"

He grins as he glances up from his work, glad for her prescence and her distraction.

"Good! very good. What are you playing?"

"Some card game..." she doesn't know exactly which one, though. She takes ahold of the chocolate milk with both hands, sipping happily at it.

he grins.

"Well, as long as it is making you happy, Bubbles."

He cocks his head at her.

"have you made amny friends here?"

She nods, "Just Miss Kagome and Mister Isaac. But they don't like me to call them that..."

"I am suere they just want to be your friends. Most people just like to be called by their names. I dont mind, but some do."

he smiles at her.

"You arent doing anything wrong, people just have ways they like to do things."

(ooc: slowtime neccessary. Got to run!)

Bubbles nods, beaming, "I know! It's just that Professor always tell us to respect our elders! So I do!" her smile brightens. She loves her Professor very much and misses him everyday.
(OOC: I'll be here.)

He grins as he sees her smile and her expression. he hopes she can make it back home soon, until then, he will take care of her as he can.

"You are a very good girl and I am sure he is very proud of you. An parent would be."

Her smile only brightens, continueing to drain the chocolate milk.

He grins, then glances down.

"I wanted to tell you. I dont always look like this. In fact this is something new for me and it will be gone, if things go rioght, soon. My normal appearance is more like this."

he shoves over a small picture(see icon).

"I just dont want you to be frightened or think it isnt me, if you see this face, okay?"

Bubbles' eyes widen as she looks at the picture. Unexpectedly, a smile spreads on her face. "You're a blue furry!"

He grins, a wide smile spreading over his face.

"Yes, normally I am, indeed, a blue furry."

He seems amused by these words, but his voice is still the kind one eh uses for most people.

His eyes crinkle at her as he smiles and he reaches out and ruffles her hair, a little.

"Anyway. I may not get a chance to warn you if I change back, so if you see that face, it's me, okay?"

She sticks out her tongue playfully as he ruffles her hair on her head. "Alright!"

He grins at her.

"You want to play more games? Or go outrside?"

He has to work, but he can do thagt outside too.

Bubbles shrugs her shoulders, "I think I'll keep playing cards..."

he smiles at her, and nods.

"As you wish, Bubbles."

He gives her a broad smile and comntinues his work, looking up now and then to smile her way.

She beams up at him before turning back to the laptop, setting the now empty cup on the table.

(ooc: fadeout? They seem to do a lot of these, but Hank is fond of her.)

(OOC:Yup, a fade out...)

Biff, on his way downstairs, is reading his own book, and trips spectacularly over Bubbles.

"Yeaaargh! Oh Josh, my back!"

Disciples were not meant to bend that way.

Bubbles frowns as he trips over her down the stairs, remaining in her seat on the stair.

"Holy CRAP, kid, what are you doing sitting on the stairs? I nearly broke my neck!"

Bubbles' frown deepens, "You're not supposed to say those words! Those are bad words!"

Biff grits his teeth. "Right. And unless your future's a lot different from mine, you're not supposed to practice casual homicide. Seriously. Stairs! You! Falling and breaking my neck! I do not want to die. Again."

Her arms cross themselves over her chest, "You should have looked where you were going then! It's your own fault for reading while you walked down the stairs!"

Biff stands up, rubbing his neck. "Well I don't exactly walk down stairs thinking 'Gee, a little girl could be sitting there where she's not supposed to! I had better take precautions and assume the worst of the stairs, and the KIDS IN THE BAR who might sit on them!" Jeeze. There are chairs for that."

Bubbles stands from her seat on the stairs, her hands on her hips. "All you had to do is say please, meanie!" She promptly sticks out her tongue at him, flying over him and others' heads in a streak of blue as she lands next to a booth with a man in a lab coat in it.

Biff, shivering with anger, stamps his foot and sticks his tongue out at Bubbles' streak of blue.

He walks off to the bar, limping slightly and trailing a string of words that are MUCH worse than "crap."

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