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[haring_to_go]

[ the noise was deafening, the streets were crowded and it had taken Liam a full fifteen minutes to get his extra tall double espresso with whip cream and he was not pleased. He liked his routine.

Of course, what displeased him the most was that not five yards out from the coffee shop, he ended up with hot coffee dumped all over his clothes thanks to a careless bump. You damn, idiot!. But he kept his cool (only because the guy who bumped him had already faded into the crowd) and stepped back into line after removing his jacket to hide the worst of the stains.

It's a shame though, he liked that jacket.

But since he had another fifteen minutes to wait, he slipped out his phone and spoke into it, hoping that in the cacophony of everyone else, his own voice might be heard. ]

These weekends are always painful. I don't suppose this was actually worth my while, is it? I am Liam Lunettes. If you know me, contact me. [ and now he must go back to waiting. ]

((ooc: feel free to hit him up with action before, during, or after the accident too!))

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[clip_it_to_you]

It looks like you're writing a post.

Would you like help?

☑ Get help with writing the post.

☐ Just type the post without help even if it might make all your friends laugh at you.

☐ Don't show this tip again.

[haring_to_go]

[ It's Mega Clip 2000!

um... um... ]

Wait, a box has already been checked. What the heck!

[clip_it_to_you]

[His time has come!]

It was the clear choice. How may I assist you today?

[correlates]

[ She'd caught a glimpse of him from a distance and worked her way through the crowd before slipping into the building, watching him step back into the line.

There's a moment of considering before she steps up beside him.]

Liam?

1/2

[haring_to_go]

[ He doesn't even look, still mopping up a small bit of coffee from off his cravat with a handkerchief. ]

Good morning, Miss Shar--

[haring_to_go]

[ he spins, jaw dropping and glasses falling straight out of his hands and-- ] Miss Sharon! [ he snatches his glasses out of midair and slams them back onto his face, pushing them up and shaking. ] W-what are you doing here!

[correlates]

[ Given the last time she'd seen him, he was lying in a bed comatose more or less, she's still a little surprised to see him up and around herself. ]

Where is here? I was...in another city until I turned a corner and caught a glimpse of you entering this building. As to why, perhaps those who control this place, apparently want me here."

[action] 1/2 AFTER??

[facemark]

[It's not every day Lily gets to play with so many people! Though to be honest, she's more determined to look for a way out and get back to guarding that annoying hatter. She didn't have the time to spare for a game!]

[oh wait that's]

[action] 2/2

[facemark]

Liam! [and all thoughts of going back home go straight out the window /INCOMING LOLI] Liam, Liam!

[action]

[haring_to_go]

[ he pales, white as a ghost and looking far worse off then the spilled coffee on the ground. ]

L-Lily?

[ that's... that's... Not this nightmare again! And he does what only a good Liam can do. He shuts his eyes and braces himself. If he was still alive in the next five minutes, he'll consider himself lucky. ]

[ Video ]

[windowpain]

[ Clearly this post must have been responded to by accident, because there's no actual reply.



Just. Gross weeping. ]

[ Video ]

[haring_to_go]

[ ... there are chills running up and down his spine. Chills ][ that's... that can't be Break. Break almost never cries! ]

[ Video--->? ]

[windowpain]

[ ZZZZT! And off goes the feed. Apparently tears and electronics don't go well together...

But the sound of sobbing doesn't stop; because via some awful coincidence, Kevin is actually in the coffee shop, curled up in the windowsill. ]

[knaveswitness]

Painful? Goodness, Liam, but you've gone all squishy.

[haring_to_go]

[ he flinched and wibbled gulped ] I was mostly referring to the sheer number of people that flood the City. My feet have been trampled more times this morning then I care to count.

[ by the way, he's missed you. Don't ever leave him again! ]

[a_parting_word]

[ And lo, a wild hand holding out a small vinegar-recipient-possibly-swiped-from-the-seasoning-trey-of-a-nearby-cafe appears! Because, after all, no one knows the pain of removing a stain in haste better than a fellow servant. ]

...here. For your trouble.

1/2

[haring_to_go]

Yes, thank-you...

2/3

[haring_to_go]

[ he stares ]

[haring_to_go]

Gilbert!

[ he drops his jacket ]

Where the hell do you think you've been! [ Liam's had to do it all. The cooking, the cleaning, the making sure that the rent was met! He's tired of being the responsible one. Help a poor man out! ]

[a_parting_word]

[ Aaaaand picking up that jacket oh so slowly, opening the little vinegar bottle and spreading a generous amount on the stained area.

Then, rubbing the folds together. Scrubbity-scrub-scrub.

Scruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuub. ] ]

I'm not privy to how they man these things in House Barma, but... Liam, do you really think it's likely to clean on the ground?

[adarable]

[ While searching for Oz - or Uncle Oscar, or anyone who she recognizes - Ada's careless enough to bump shoulders with many people in the crowd. Liam is one of her many victims, whom she squeaks an apology to. ]

Ah, pardon me! I'm terribly sorry!

1/3

[haring_to_go]

[ Liam plastered a smile on his face, gritting his teeth and eking out a response. ]

That's fine. I'm sure it won't stain too much

[haring_to_go]

[ wait, wait. That looked like... ]</small

[haring_to_go]

[ gasp, oh no, oh no, ohno. He can't let her get away. Shoving aside his pride, he makes a dive for Ada! ] Miss Ada. Stop! [ fjdsk if he let her get away, who knows what will happen to Liam. He must stop this disaster before it's too late! ]

[adarable]

[ She's startled, and for good reason too; when you see a bunny with glasses diving like that toward you - especially one that's familiar to you and knows your name, then it's natural to be startled. Ada stops in her tracks, confused. ]

-- Mister Liam?