And with a Crash-

[foxy-l33t.livejournal.com]

Fading out is an echo of two voices...

"He's an angsty, emo, heartless sorcerer swordsman."

"He totally needs to get laid, then."

There's never a good closet around when you need one- at least, ever since someone came up with Rule #3. So what if Laini and Zelgadiss missed the stairs and whatever else door they were aiming for- They're at least out of the bar right now, and Laini is doing her best to get him out of his clothes.

(As for hers- Shapeshifter. That will only take a moment, unless he wants to help as well!)

They crash the door into the back room and onto a convenient couch. Zel winces a bit as the back of his head hits the armrest (because Laini is totally doing the pouncing) and, noticing their surroundings, says eloquently, "Um. Where are we?"

Laini blinks, maybe finally distracted. Somewhat. "Good question- though someone did leave a drink here."

Zelgadiss eyes said drink. It's blue. Very blue. "Yeah, but what sort is it?"


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[mogget_cat]

He is giving as good as he's getting in the hugs department. Poor Faith'ribs.

"Faith!" PPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

SCKRITCH.

"I've missed you."

[mogget_cat]

PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. Right in her ear.

"I missed you, too," he says, resting his chin on her shoulder. "It's hard to admit, but since everyone who called me by a nickname has left, I've started to miss the nicknames, too."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"I knew you liked 'Ickle Kittums Boy,' secretly."

[mogget_cat]

"Don't spread it around," he mwrrrs, pouting just slightly.

He missed the nicknames specifically because the people who he'd allow to use them had left.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"My lips are sealed."

Skritch skritch.

"How've you been?"

[mogget_cat]

"I've been quite well, actually. I'm starting my jazz career in New Orleans. I've only performed once, but it went quite well," he grins, leaning into her hand.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Somehow that doesn't surprise me at all."

[mogget_cat]

"You are certainly welcome to any and all subsequent shows," he says, gentleman-like.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Thanks for the offer, Kittums, but....I don't think this is gonna happen again."

Faith looks around at the room full of faces, some familiar, most not.

"I think this is....a final goodbye."

[mogget_cat]

"Well," he says, looking solemn once more. His smile is gone. "I seriously hate goodbyes. But, I know that having one is better than not. I have learned this, though I wish I had not, for I learn such things only when friends leave me."

"I will miss you deeply, Faith, but I shall smile at having known you, and at having been able to call you my friend."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Me too. To all of it. Yes."

Fierce. Desperate. Hugging.

"My friend."

[mogget_cat]

Clinging.

"My friend," he says, and his warm tenor voice carries with it everything that a friend is. Confidant, comfort, shoulder to cry on, cheerful conversation, interesting debate, companionable silence. Warmth and love and care and support, all in one, one-syllable word.