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Cathfawr raised his brows at the offer. "Well, I'll forgive you.. for one of those pastries you're offering." He snickered.

Oliver put his beer down and leaned back in his seat

Claude laughed her butt off and slammed her fist on top of the table, almost tipping it. Struggling to make out words between hysterical laughter, she manages to spit out, "Why hello, Oniyan and Piano."

Azumi entered the bar with an unamused look on her face with what seemed to be bite marks all over her tails.

"Please..." Azumi groaned in annoyance "Do not go near that homunculus Kiyohime is holding. I do not know how, but it was capable of leaving bite marks on my tail. Perhaps it is because it is made with a little magic, I know not"

The Homunculus rushes like Mr. Frog and bites into Azumi's tails.

"Yowch!" Azumi cried a bit "Knock it off, you pipsqueak!"

He would pry the mouth off of Azumi's tails before putting him in a dumpster out back.

"What's good Mathius?" Fake Peppino then daps up Mathius.

Just to make sure the Homunculus stays dead, Pyro empties an entire gas can into the dumpster and then tosses in a lit match. "Hrrm huddah huh."

He would stop Pyro "no Pyro. Drael only separated them to give Azumi a break"

"Heh thubba theh then, wohha?"

"Just trust me on this one"

Pyro sighs, and heads off to grab some jerry cans and a couple of mops, presumably to burn down some stuff.

Dax is just relaxing at the bar, enjoying herself.

Toska tries fixing the hole he made a hour earlier with gold paint.

"I don't think paint is going to fix that hole."

Toska stops painting and sighs. "Sometimes, I wish that I would have listened to my old man about becoming a carpenter."

As Linda noticed the hole, her eyes quickly scanned the surroundings before she gracefully exited the bar. Moments later, she reappeared, armed with the necessary materials. With skillful hands, she patched up the wall, a satisfied smile gracing her lips as she glanced over at Toka. With a shy chuckle, she uttered, "There you go!" Her gesture was genuine, a simple act of kindness in her effort to lend a hand.

"Thank you, Linda" He smiled and nodded.

Adjusting her glasses with a graceful flick, Linda offers a warm smile in response to the charming man's greeting. "You're welcome," she chirps, a hint of endearing awkwardness dancing in her tone. Settling into her seat, she unfolds her laptop with a purposeful gentleness, punctuating her work with intermittent sips of tea.

He would bring her a tray of tea cookies. "Here. Compliments. These were made by my son"