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{ ♞ } –— “Long time no see, Adrian.”

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{ ♞ } –— Kalos. Not a region Archer particularly cares for, but they food is decent enough. He seats himself in the chair of a rather intriguing cafe with but a simple glass of water. A stranger is next to him, someone he fails to recognize. He knows little about Kalos, after all.

“Excuse me.”

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{ ♞ } –— “Hello, hello.” A grin takes hold of Archer’s features. “Might I take a moment of your time?”

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"KNOCK KNOCK!" ||0037|| ||The child shall proceed to tell many bad jokes||

who’s there?

@talon-agent-0037

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hiya!! dunno how you found my blog, but it’s nice to meet ya!

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hiya! thanks for followin’ me!

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that better be some online club you’re in.

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Theron took one step into Haruki’s room and made a face at the smell of burnt plastic. He’d decided to clean up while the family was gone, earning his keep in a way even though Fang had told him not to worry about it.

Being around the dracopire still made him uneasy. But at least he could respect that Fang was trying to make him feel more comfortable. Avoiding being too close to him, thanking him for watching the kids and thanking him again multiple times for calling him when Sora had been kidnapped.

Fang was trying to be a good person. And he could return the favor by trying to tolerate him. And for cleaning up while he was gone.

There wasn’t a whole lot he could do with the electronics, though. Which made him feel bad for Haruki. What he’d heard about the kid...they weren’t too different, honestly. Haruki deserved to be able to play his games without them getting melted because some freak show decided to scare a baby.

But at least Theron could...sweep up or something. He had figured out a broom with much practice--he hadn’t used one for thirty years, but he had the hang of it soon enough. So that’s what he did now. He barely noticed that he wasn’t just sweeping up ash until he went to dump the dust pan and heard something hard hit the bottom of the trash can. Blinking, he reached in and pulled out some kind of pendant.

Weird. The bird thing on the inside looked almost...lifelike. That definitely shouldn’t go in the garbage.

He pocketed it and went back to cleaning. He’d have to ask about it later, when there was someone here to ask.