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π‘ˆπ‘π‘…πΈπ΄πΏ. ([personal profile] minitrue) wrote in [personal profile] starwardexplorer 2024-09-12 12:29 am (UTC)

( Like a good bartender, he doesn't ask. The truth will come out in time, he knows. Even the most tight-lipped patron will end up pouring his heart out after enough drinks; all Gallagher has to do is be patient.

If she's curious about him, he's curious about her, too. What's the esteemed leader of the Astral Express doing in a bar? Her bar, to be exact, which helps. When you pilot a train across the cosmos, you're entitled to a drink or two. It's why Gallagher rolls up his sleeves and simply says: )


Yes, Ma'am.

( She can watch; he won't disappear. Eyes on him won't cause him to falter, either. He hands are steady as he goes about making a drink infused with love, passion, and caffeine. )

Why, Miss Himeko, I'd hate to impose.

( As if his very presence isn't some kind of imposition on the realm of the living. Still, he smiles to himself. This is what his creator was all about, the world he so desperately longed to return to. This should feel like a homecoming, seeing the Express for himself.

He slides her drink across the counter, leaning a palm against the nice, smooth bar top. The coffee beans drifting languidly at the center of the glass are in the shape of a paw print. )


How's this for feeling good?

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