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[shotyourlock.livejournal.com]

[Since the current theme wouldn't be entirely accurate with places which one might be able to find the alcohol that's currently all-but-gone, the Dressing Room has provided a place where one might find something less 'legal'. Of, course, from the outside it doesn't look like much, but that's part of the charm.

Perhaps more interesting (at least to some people) is the man sitting outside. He's unmistakably a Braig, although one older than the norm and cleaned up to fit in with the theme of the day. Right now though, he's not paying too much attention to passers-by, largely because he's got a trumpet and is playing his heart out - and he's surprisingly decent at it.]

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[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

[Kid here's idly following the sound of the music, rather grateful for the change of wardrobe today: a leather aviator jacket and a smart cap beats the heck out of yesterday's mess.

He does a double take as soon as he realises just who the musician is, though. Never knew he could play...]

[shotyourlock.livejournal.com]

[Braig offers a nod over the horn, as the kid draws near, but he doesn't actually speak until the piece - such as it is - draws to a close. Once he is done, he offers a grin, and a jaunty wave with the hand still holding the instrument.]

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

[He returns the wave.]

Didn't know you played.

[Something's up, though; as he takes a closer look, he starts to notice the differences from last time he'd seen Braig. Hm.]

[shotyourlock.livejournal.com]

Iiiiiiit's not exactly something that comes up much in that whole 'saving the world' thing.

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

[Giving a bit of a laugh-] Heh, yeah. I guess not.

[shotyourlock.livejournal.com]

I mean, I guess bad music might frighten some things away, but it's not really lasting that way.

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

Wouldn't really want to test it out, either.

[shotyourlock.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I don't think I'd blame you there. Too much risk, right?

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

To my ears never mind anything else.

[He's quietly regarding Braig now; hm. Not that good at ages, but how much older does this one look?]

[shotyourlock.livejournal.com]

Now why on all the worlds would I mind.

[He certainly looks old enough to have seen the worlds saved, at least. If Xeha's familiar with his older self, he likely looks to be of an age to match that particular timeline.]

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

Heh, I guess.

[Not familiar, still unspoiled. The only older selves of his he's seen have been his darker counterparts. But hm, he can make a guess at least.]

... So how long ago did you get back here?

[shotyourlock.livejournal.com]

[He considers a moment. Truth he'll give, in this case, but it's a matter of which shade of truth.]

Long enough ago to know how the place works.

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

[He rolls his eyes with a tolerant, amused smile. Okay, it's going to be one of these things, is it? Slyly-]

Right. I'm just working out how I'm going to cope with two of you around the place.

[clockworknomore.livejournal.com]

Braig? When did you--

[Riku stops abruptly after getting a better look at this Braig, then looks apologetic]

Sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt.

[shotyourlock.livejournal.com]

[Braig doesn't answer for a moment or two - mostly so he can wrap the tune up - but once he does, he waves off the apology with a sort of nonchalant air.]

Hey, no problem. Wasn't doing much of importance anyway.

[clockworknomore.livejournal.com]

[Riku runs a hand through its hair, looking chagrined]

I thought you were my Braig, but it's obvious you're not. I haven't had a mix up like that in a while.

[shotyourlock.livejournal.com]

Everyone makes mistakes. You don't have to feel bad about it. I mean, you can if you want, but I'm not exactly gonna call you on it.

[clockworknomore.livejournal.com]

Don't worry, I won't be crying tears in my bed tonight because you're not my Braig.

[shotyourlock.livejournal.com]

Goooood. I mean, we wouldn't want the kid worrying about me upsetting people already.


[Notably, he looks entirely unconcerned about the prospect of being the target of someone's displeasure, but that's Braig for you.]

[clockworknomore.livejournal.com]

Kid? You have a kid?

[Riku is quite used to Braigs in general]

[shotyourlock.livejournal.com]

As if. I'm not exactly what you could call the parental type, me.

[clockworknomore.livejournal.com]

I didn't think you were. That's why I was surprised when you mentioned a kid.

[shotyourlock.livejournal.com]

He's not really much of a kid anymore. Was when I first started working with him though.

[clockworknomore.livejournal.com]

He must be important, this mysterious kid of yours.

[shotyourlock.livejournal.com]

I hear that's a common side-effect of saving the worlds, yeah.