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(In Cells: A challenge)

Well, here's something new. One golden-eyed pyro cautiously walking out into the bar proper, her brother Raven close behind, and decidedly less cautious. Someone's having a bit of an adventure. She heads towards the fireplace, since it's warm there, and it's something to watch if the bar becomes too much.

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Raven makes an incredibly brief detour to the bar to get cookies and milk.

Then he settles on a couch next to Ace, and sprawls.

It is much more comfortable than holding up a wall. Or pretending to hold up a wall.

He could have sprawled on the bed, if he liked.

She snags a cookie and nibbles on the edges. It isn't quite a gecko, but one side's not in the mood for gecko and the other agrees that it'd probably scare most people here (though it has a harder time understanding why that's a bad thing) so she nibbles on the cookie, and watches people.

And leans on Raven.

Because he's very lean-on-able.

"So."

Talkative Bird, this one.

Really.

She tilts her head back, so she can look at him. Even if the wilder half scolds furiously for exposing her throat like that.
"Yeah?" SHe's practically chatty.

He wrinkles his nose as he looks down at her.

"There are things you would like to do, out here?"

"..."

There's a long moment while she considers this.

"Starting open season in the main bar is the wrong answer, isn't it?" She's kidding.

Maybe.

Raven tilts his head, considering.

"It is not a wrong answer, no. Merely not particularly politic, or wise. Still, it is understandable."

She considers back at him, and takes twice as long about it.

Committees are a pain.

"Never noticed how loud it is in here before." It's not a complaint, just an observation. It isn't just voices - silverware and plates clattering, footsteps on the floor, doors opening and closing, the fire crackling, somewhere pages are turning in a book...

It's all very distracting.

"Cars, perhaps, are worse."

He quirks a slight smile.

"Ohhh, I bet... oh dear. There are cars in here, I've seen them." She might be hiding from Kitt and Karr for a while, now. "As for what I want t'do..."

She shrugs.

"Dunno. I'd work on some stuff from the TARDIS, but she... I. I am... no, that doesn't work. Stupid language." She tilts her head back again to glare up at him, as if he were to blame for the English language.

Hey, it's plausible. He is a trickster.

"Pronouns suck."

"They are very inaccurate, yes. It is possibly deliberate. Your kind are not as fond of surety as they believe, I think."

He shrugs, lightly.

That earns a Look, albiet a slightly confused one.

"When did they become my kind?" Someone's not listening again. The Cheetah looks mildly affronted at the comparison.

Raven pokes her shoulder.

"It is, in part, a question of body, I think. Possibly moreso than mind."

He pokes her in the forehead, too, for good measure.

Well, it does continue the illustration of the point, and all.

She pokes him back. Inna stomach.

"You've got a body too. That make them your kind too?" Hey, he never said the body had to be made of the same things.

"I thought so, once, perhaps. It is not so very true, I do not think."

He leans his cheek against the back of the couch, for a moment.

Well, this doesn't suit Ace at all. She frowns thoughtfully for a moment.

"Maybe... we're a kind? Since we're not like other things?" It makes sense to one half.

Makes sense to the other half too, truth be told.

More sense than she's willing to admit.

Raven wrinkles his nose, grinning.

"It is more than likely, perhaps. Definitions are tricky, so."

He sounds rather pleased, actually.

"Like pronouns." Ace agrees. Both sides agree on quite a lot of things - open space is better than a cage, cinnamon rolls taste pretty good, pronouns suck, she's not crazy... and she likes it best when her brother smiles.

"Are there cookies that taste like geckos?"

...

And evidently the subject has chenged.

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