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Smiling as she shook Chuba's rough, oversized hand, she was too distracted by the prospects of new friends to notice something big and heavy and purple fly straight at her.  "YEEK!"  Ducking out of the way, whatever it was knocked her top hat to the ground next to her.  "Aaahh... what was that..?" she murmured aloud, smoothing out her hair while Chuba looked every which way to try to see who had thrown something at them.  "Don't know... are you okay, though?" "Yea.." With a pouting frown, she glanced around the area suspiciously while leaning over slightly to pick up her hat... wait, wasn't it right there just a second ago?  Puzzled, she t

Pen growled softly.  He wasn't sure 'who' or even 'what' had been dumb enough to hit him - only that it would have a very *short* life after this moment if it didn't explain itself quickly with the sort of day he'd had.  Webbed hands with dull claws pulled the paper back slightly, but remained a steady eight or so inches away from Pen's face.  "I been ask'd ta deliv'r this to a Mister Pen or Miss Skitzel - you either a' them?" Pen scowled and made a soft noise of disgust at the oily smell of the paper and the strange boy.  It wasn't hard to tell the French man was annoyed - nor was it ever really hard