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Pyro gives Surtr an inquisitive head tilt, then offers them a toasted marshmallow.

In the meantime, Alethea gestured to Pyro to follow her outside. If he does, she pointed at a huge trash heap that desperately needed burned, "There you go. You can burn that." She smiled at him, hoping to see him at work.

Pyro lets out a muffled giggle, and claps their hands like an excited child. They then pull out their flame thrower and start torching the pile of trash.

Alethea giggled too, watching Pyro burn the huge trash heap, which took a while to burn due to its sheer size, "Good work!" She praised him.

"Fink fhu."* Pyro takes a seat in front of the fire and watches the flames.


*"Thank you"

"You're welcome." Alethea grinned and joined him, handing him a bag of marshmallows to roast.

The doctor entered with his son and he went to a booth and sat across from his son. The doctor started conversating with the six-year-old. He seemingly couldn't stop smiling as he talked to the boy who looked almost exactly like him.

Father and son? She thought as she continued to sip her cider and look around the bar

He watched his son play with random toys on the tabletop.

The Namekian entered the bar, wearing a outfit different from his usual. He seemed to be playing Minesweeper on a phone. Looking up from the phone, Piccolo looked up and recognized that he was at a bar.

Tensai notices Piccolo and gives him a friendly wave. "Hi friend!"

“…Hi”, Piccolo looks at Tensai with an awkward look. “Do I know you?”, he then asked.

Tensai seemed to be genuinely stumped by that question, then it hit her. "Oh, different dimensions. I get it now. So to answer your question, you do, just not here. I'm Tensai, a full-blooded Saiyan from Universe 7."

Megara was laying on one of the booth seats, her legs propped up on the table, reading a scroll, disinterested in anything going on around her.

The Subject, mostly just walked around aimlessly, but shell probably bump into someone-

That someone, would probably be Riddle, who was glaring at practically everything in the bar with a look of disgust and betrayal, his arms crossed.

Mochi tries to apologize, for a moment forgetting how to speak-

To telepathically, she repeats the word sorry, but it overlaps.. Like a lot-

Riddle turned around, getting ready to shout, but he took a step back, covering his ears when he began hearing the telepathic, overlapping series of the word sorry.
"Owow- I understand-no need to..say it a hundred times." He muttered, furrowing his brow.

She nods quickly.. Finally opening her mouth to say "Sorry.." Normally she would be a lot less.. Apologetic? Its kinda new to her, she thought she was only supposed to say that to authority figures- Did it hurt, so sorry.. a voice in the back of his head whispers

Riddle crossed his arms. "No, no. It didn't hurt..."
"But do be mindful of where you are walking!" He noted, putting one of his hands on his chest, raising his brows.

"If it happens again, I will have no choice but to do something about it." He added.