RenArchertoo: ::Hm. Knocking doesn't seem to do the trick. Still, he acts with utter caution and a very clear sense of guard -- like one who has learned to become jaded and even cold to some degree. Managing to open the door wide enough to
RenArchertoo: wriggle on through, the blue-skinned creature stops long enough to listen about. Gauging and, honestly, hoping to all blazes someone doesn't look at him and decide he's a life-sized alien doll like the last being who decided to
RenArchertoo: dress him in...odd clothing. Very odd clothing -- comparative to the "gangsta" or "ghetto" look. Complete with doo-rag...thing::
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MysticaIDreams4u: ::Chuckling as she watched the others, she grinned at Ransom:: I'll see if my dad will let you. ::Glancing over at the new creature, she smiled softly as she spoke:: Evening there.
MuseofaBlindPoet: It's undeniable, he's easily amused and even more easily distracted. The bottle comes down on the bar with a thump as he leans on it, full attention on the little blue thing creeping across the floor. "What is it?"
RenArchertoo: ::It's difficult to move your ears when they're as big as his -- five inch ears -- beneath the cloth tied around his head. but he manages. Sniffing in the direction of the Female's voice, the blue oddity chirps as if in response.
RenArchertoo: Curious but always like an animal::
Roguish grin: Leaning over, Kyran snatched up the bottle of scotch after it had come to rest. Normally, he was the sort that would drink properly, from a glass, but the mood and the company seemed a bit more relaxed. Taking the cue from the
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Roguish grin: juggler's surprised question, he followed the other mans' gaze to the small... person-thing there. Green eyes blinked several times, and he popped the cork from his scotch bottle, taking a long swig.
MysticaIDreams4u: ::Smiling, she glanced at Ransom and shrugged, then spoke to the small creature again:: Can I get you anything?
RenArchertoo: ::Well, he supposes a try at talking won't be too bad. Provided he's not *too* amusing. His English is absolutely deplorable. His "ghetto-speak" is even worse:: Wha-at be uhp, dahwww-guh?
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MuseofaBlindPoet: His lips vanishing in an attempt not to laugh, eyes wide and beginning to water with the effort.
Carrielj83: Room for one more
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MysticaIDreams4u: ::Grinning, she leaned on the bar casually:: Not much homie. ::And after that, she didn't know to respond and went back to normal speech:: Need anything?
MuseofaBlindPoet: He shakes his head nudging Heaven, "No, no Babe... it's... Not much homie boy g-funk. Chillin in da crib. Sup wit'chu?"
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MysticaIDreams4u: Then you talk to him ::Grins:: And be nice.
RenArchertoo: Ho-mee? ::Ooh. Another word added to his limited vocabulary! Crawling forward in as straight a line as he can, the oddity tries sniffing out each voice. All the while, alas, he runs smack into a few things. Eh, useless eyes do that:

Cinder and Meg,

I wanted to say thank you. Just thank you, for being as steady as you are. Even when either you or I have drifted, we always have found our way back.

This first year, after the Ides, I found myself more glad of your presence. It gave me hope, strength and the certainty that not all people that I know would end up turning tail, turning face or just plain dropping me like a cask fo beef gone off.

And Cinder. Always adored him. He's just one of those few I felt, and Renne felt, had something. I can't explain what bu tit's something I've truly seen only a few times. Something that makes Renne want to mimic Cinder and look up to him. And in alot of way, same goes on the Mundane side.

Few have that effect on me.
Fewer have it on Renne.
And fewer still have it on both of us.

Thank you for that and don't drift away.
You are a friend, a sister and most valued.

-R