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Montparnasse is in the bar. He's not even aware of the date, but he assumes this is Christmas, from all of the gifts people are receiving.

He receives one as well, of sorts. A sketch, from Sarah.
He does not realize this, however, as he tears it into several pieces and throws them behind the bar, without looking at it.

afterward, he sits there frowning, at the bar as a whole, and people watching. He has a task to accomplish, after all, and that may require meeting new people.
He may even be friendly, for the sake of his cause, if you can overlook his distaste for the season.

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Sikozu drops down from above, gently landing on the bar in front of him. Chances are she's been playing with the mistletoe again. Don't look up, Montparnasse.

"One day I will find you in a good mood. I might start leaving you alone if that ever happens."

"It is Christmas." He points out dryly. "No one is meant to be happy this time of year. They're lying to themselves."

He figures that she will not know much of the holiday and there for not argue. He hopes anyway.

She steps down onto a stool and sits crosslegged on it.

"That is inaccurate, as you are well aware. Though it would not be surprising to find many pretending to be happy for the sake of the holiday. Humans are odd that way."

"And I am not human, therefore not pretending. Yet still you find fault with my mood and manner."

"I do not find fault with your mood, simply that it is repetative."

"I am happy quite often, with the right company." He offers a small smirk. "It is a shame that none of those people are around."

"And who would they be?" Oh, she's curious now. "I could be bothering them instead of you."

"You could. I would prefer it." He shrugs.

"A Princess; Cywyllog, and a Jedi named Mara, primarily, and Fred. She is just a human. There are others who cheer my up on occasion, but it is dependent on situation."

Those names are committed to memory. Although one sounds vaguely familiar.

"Fred is the Shell."

"She is, yes." He snorts, because this means she knows Illyria. Fred would not refer to herself as the shell.

"A nice girl, usually."

She tilts her head, considering something.

"I would like to meet her."

"Then perhaps you will." He shrugs again. "Just be nice to her, will you?"

She'd been nice to him, after all. The only one he considered a friend who had been completely understanding about his mood.

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