Rex limps into the Diner from the kitchen, favoring his left leg and carrying himself otherwise a little cockeyed. He's carrying a covered pot, however, which is an excellent sign of his reason for being here. He sets the pot down on the counter and gingerly slides his jacket off to lay it aside on a chair.

The weather's improved since yesterday, which may or may not be related to why the voice that carries softly through the door and then louder through the doorway as the door opens sounds so cheerful. Serendipty strolls in singing to the world in general, o/~ ...feet began to stutter, and I fell down in the gutter, and a pig came up, and lay right by my side... o/~ He breaks off, noticing Rex, and flashes the other youth a bright, broad grin. "Evening, handsome stranger. Haven't met =you= yet. How's tricks?"

Despite the pained look on Rex's face as he manages the contortion to slide his jacket off, he breaks into a grin at the new arrival. "Hi, there. I think *you're* the stranger." His accent is thick with the deep South, and he strolls his way through sentences with a lazy good nature. "Since I've been here more'n a year. I'm Rex, though." He limps forward, right hand extended to shake.

Serendipity grins back even brighter, and takes a couple good strides to meet Rex more than halfway, accepting the hand and giving it a good firm shake, which somehow morphs into a deep, flamboyant bow, planting a kiss on the back of the captured hand in best chivalrous manner. Except for Rex not being a maiden and all. "Pleased t'meetcha, Rex. Serendipity Jones, at your service. And I'm not =that= strange," he replies easily.

"Oh, yes, you are," Rex grins. "Ever'one here is." He reclaims his hand without too much hurry. "Like the coat. Want some chicken curry? It ain't too hot, I made it for the Collinses an' Miss Anita, an' they can't eat too hot. My mama'd disown me if she ate it, but it ain't too bad except for that."

Serendipity laughs. "Like that one story -- we're all mad here, right? And thanks... like your codpiece. 's got style." He steps over to half-sit on the table edge, and glances at the pot. "Curry sounds appealing... long's you got plenty anyway, I mean. So how come I haven't seen you about before?"

Rex finds a bowl and opens the lid of the pot. Delicious curry-scented steam rolls out of it. "Got plenty." He finds a spoon and scoops curry into the bowl. "I've been around, just haven't had the good luck to find me, I guess. Today, I went out t'break ice dams in Miss Anita's gutters and fell, so I'm tryin' t'take it easy. So, how 'bout you? What brings you t'town?" He deals the bowl and spoon in front of Ren and looks expectant.

"A large, bad-tempered horse," Ren replies, accepting the meal and slipping into a chair by Rex, "...followed by a large, bad-tempered guy and his large, bad-tempered buddies, but not too closely. Pretty sure I lost 'em." He grins wickedly, and takes a bite of the curry. "...'bout you?"

"Spent six months traveling up the Appalachian Trail," Rex says, dealing himself a bowl of the truly incadescent curry -- if this is mild, one wonders what "hot" would be -- and settling himself carefully in the chair. "Ended up here. Folks were nice, so I stayed. Glad you lost your followers, but I guess you're kinda stuck until the thaw?"

Serendipity blinks at the spices, pausing in place for a moment as he chews and swallows, and then laughs. "Daaaamn. I forgot how good spices taste. =Nice=." He takes another bite, seeming to enjoy it, despite the minor wince it elicits. "...anyway, well, yes and no. I figure I'll prolly hang out here 'least 'til the snow, but I don't do well in captivity so... not so much stuck. Here 'til I'm not, mostly." A shrug, still grinning. "...Want something to drink?"

Rex grins. "Thanks. Well, take care not to get 'collected' as Robin keeps telling folks we've all been. And, er, sure. What kinda thing to drink?"

Serendipity laughs, and rummages in his coat a moment. "Mountain won't collect me unless Coyote thinks that's what needs to happen," he replies confidently, "...or at least that it'd be really funny. Might make it hard for me t'do the whole mission thing, though, so hey. We'll see." His hand emerges with a glass bottle of something golden, the label on it worn and unreadable. He unscrews the lid, sniffs the contents, and decides, "...Scotch. I think," as he offers it over. "Gotta drink =something= with your curry. 'salmost as hot as you."

Rex laughs and takes the bottle. He sniffs, then sips, then coughs. "Agh. Ahem. Yeah. Smooth." He hands the bottle back. "Mission thing? Y'gotta mission? Cool! Anything you can talk about?"

Serendipity grins, not even trying to hide his amusement, and has a swallow himself, then sets the bottle on the table between them. "Sure -- already talked about it 'round here anyway, and no one's run me outta town on a rail. I'm looking for long lost relatives, see. My people, we're the children of Coyote, right? Only the last time we saw a trueblood was when my grandpa stopped by and predicted I'd be born eventually. So..." A shrug -- what can ya do?

Rex spoons curry into his mouth while watching Ren raptly. He even takes another slug from the bottle. "So you're Nuwisha Kin? Cool. An' you're lookin' for Nuwisha? That's one thing we ain't seen here yet." He leans his head on his hand, grinning at Ren. "Well, till now at least. Now you're here, they'll prob'ly start comin' outta the woodwork."

Serendipity is practically a mirror of Rex, eating and watching... and having another drink, too, while he's at it. "You're quick," he replies in confirmation, gesturing with his spoon. "...and prolly not, much to some people 'round here's relief." He grins mischievously, and scoops up another bite. "Though obviously it'd be nice if a trueblood or two dropped by to let me know what's up... and I s'pose my immediate family =could= randomly show up. It happens now 'n' then."

Rex shrugs with a self-deprecating smile. "You're kind. Not too many people'd say I was quick. I'm Kin myself, lion Kin, so it's nice t'see other Kin around." He shovels the last scoop of curry into his mouth and says around it, "Folks round here think stuff like that's cool." He swallows. "If it's gonna happen, it'll happen here. All the weird shit happens here." He takes another pull from the bottle.

"All the more reason t' hang around a little... that and the fact someone dumped a barrel of industrial grade Hot inta the water supply here, or something." Ren grins, taking the bottle from Rex when the other kin's done. "Places where stuff happens, you don't hafta makes so much of it happen yourself, right?" He takes a swallow, and offers the bottle back. "So you're lion Kin, huh? =That's= interesting. What brought you 'round these parts?"

Rex laughs. "Industrial grade Hot, huh?" He takes the bottle and another swallow, hands it back to Ren. "My sister had a dream about me an' a mountain, an' it was about time for my mama to throw me outta the Pride anyways. So Sis, she comes t'me an' says, 'Rex, you're a boy o' desssssstiny!'" His gestures are getting more expansive the more Scotch goes into him. "'Head on up the Appalachian Trail, li'l bro, an' find the mountain I dreamt you on.' It was an easy way t'get rid o' me." Big shoulders shrug, hands settle back onto the table. "So I'm here. Folks like me, I like them. Got me a little shed over back a' Miss Anita's place, all mine, y'see? An' Mister Maker's teachin' me t'use El Cid here." He pats the sword at his side. "Life's good, y'know?"

Serendipity relaxes in his chair, grin bright and amused. "Folks got taste; you're likeable. Sounds pretty good, all in all... I prolly oughta find a better place to stay myself, come to think of it. So, you know yet what this dessssssssssssssssstiny might be?" Another swig of the scotch, and he shifts, elbow on the table, chin on his hand, watching.

Miki opens the door of the Diner and enters, pulling the door shut firmly on the freezing wind behind him. He crosses the room, smiling at Rex, and puts his backpack down behind the counter. Then he pulls a rough brown bag out of the backpack, and puts that down on the counter; a few feathers poke through the weave of the bag. "Hello," he says cheerfuly, starting to unbutton his cloak. The scent of blood follows him, faintly.

Rex seems to color slightly at the compliment, or maybe that's just the liquor getting to him. "Ain't got the least clue. *I'm* thinkin' Sis just pulled the whole damn thing outta her ass to give Mama a good way t'send me on my way." His face lights up at the sight of Miki. "Heeeeyy. How's it goin'? There's curry here if you're wantin' warmin'." His Southern accent is thicker and more lazily drawling than usual, his gestures more expansive.

Serendipity's face lights up a touch too -- must be nice having that effect on people. "Heyyyy, gorgeous. Oughta take him up on that, it's good. Plennya seats left...."

Miki smiles, a corner of his mouth curling up. "I must finish with these, first. But thank you, Rex." He finishes unbuttoning his cloak and hangs it on a hook on the wall, then circumnavigates the counter to touch Rex's shoulder. "Are you keeping warm enough, with the heater?" There is more than a touch of mischief in the question. "Or do you need help?" He grins at his friend, then turns back to the counter to pick up the game bag.

Hey...does it smell like flowers in here?

Rex smiles up at Miki warmly enough. "The heater's great, but I can always use some help, y'know. Though Missus Collins is prob'ly gonna make me sleep in their Jimmy's room tonight. She's all worried about me after my spill off the roof this mornin'." He flexes his arms and shoulders cautiously. "The drink's helpin' me feel better though." Then he pauses. "Do y'all smell... flowers?" Then he focuses on a nearby chair. "Hey. That chair's got... leaves growin' outta it."

Miki tilts his head questioningly, then takes a deep breath. He frowns, kneels, and opens his backpack, rummaging through it for a moment, but Rex's reply brings him back to his feet in a hurry, his eyes bright with anticipation. "It is the unicorn!" He looks around the room.

Serendipity takes another sip of the scotch, listening to the conversation, but doesn't join in. He glances toward the window, actually, and then to the chair indicated. "...Yeah, Justin's unicorn did that. At least, it looked like she did... or mayebe it was that other one." He indicates one of the other chairs, which is also a little... leafy."

It definitely smells like flowers in here. Not just the few blooms one of the chairs has managed, but a full-on bouquet. And it's coming from...the cot room?

"Unicorn? Here?" Rex asks, boggled. He stands up, looking around, and is abruptly reminded of his little accident. He makes a face and holds one side of his back, but is caught up in the moment. "The unicorn made everythin'... leafy?"

Miki fidgets around the room and keeps looking hopefully at the door. "Yes, it was the summer unicorn, like I told you about..." he replies absently to Rex. When he notices that the cot room smells more powerfully of flowers than the main room, he pauses in front of the curtain, his hands twitching with curiosity, and looks at Rex and Ren. Then he pulls the curtain aside, just a little, enough for him to peek in.

Serendipity glances at Rex, arching a brow slightly, and then follows Miki, pulling the other side of the curtain open so he can peer in himself. Hey, there could be a unicorn in there! A hot androgynous unicorn. Who could blame him?

Alas, there is no unicorn, androgynous or otherwise. There is, however, a very distinctly male form, naked except for the lush blooming vines twined around him and the wealth of flowers in his hair, purple and cream. He's sound asleep, the heat of his body bringing out the scent of the flowers--and acting like a space heater in the confines of the cot room. He's relaxed in an utterly content and sensually satiated manner that is far more appropriate to the Barberini faun than...to Justin.

Miki presses his knuckles to his mouth, but they fail to hide his smile, which is full and sensual and more than a touch reminiscent, as well as amused. He brushes the curtain aside and goes into the cot room without a second thought. For one thing, Justin is on Rowan's bed, and what on earth would the Garou think? He kneels down at the side of the cot, folds his arms on the edge of the pillow, and rests his chin on his arms. "Justin," he murmurs. "Justin."

Serendipity whistles soft and low, and slips into the room himself, though he just leans up against the doorframe from the inside, watching -- no attempt to get too terribly close. He sticks an arm out through the curtain, beckoning Rex to come check it out.

Rex limps over to stick his head through the curtain and peer into the room. He goggles at first, then smiles, then tilts his head to one side thoughtfully, considering the mage's body. After a moment, he nods approvingly and whispers to Ren, "The flowers look good on him. Nice bod, too."

Justin stirs faintly, smiling at the sound of Miki's voice, and turning his head towards the sound. "Mm?" he responds, waking up enough to open his eyes. "Oh... Miki? Wh--" he stops, frowning drowsily, realizing that he and Miki are not alone, and indeed, they're not in his bedroom, either. He blinks blankly at Ren and Rex, starts to sit up, and realizes his condition. The ensuing blush is deep and blood-red, and makes it halfway down his chest. "Uhm."

Serendipity grins and nods a little agreement to Rex, but doesn't reply. "...Hiya, handsome," he greets Justin when the mage notices his presence, "...good look for ya. Have a good time with the unicorn?"

Miki smiles at Justin. "The summer unicorn," he explains. "Perhaps he wanted to be sure you would have some company. Or she did not want to leave you in the snow." The blush apparently charms him, and he reaches out to touch Justin's reddened shoulder with a fingertip before taking pity on him and sitting up on his heels and reaching for a blanket from the cot behind him. "Here, Justin," he says, handing him the blanket. "You do not much need it; you are so warm," he adds, resting his fingertips on Justin's upper arm.

Rex leans against the doorjamb opposite Ren. "Nice flowers," he says, refusing to alleviate the mage's embarrassment by looking away or leaving. "Very sexy, honest."

"Thank you," Justin replies to Rex and Ren, with grave dignity, lifting his chin, although the blush does not abate. He sits all the way up, eyeing the blanket Miki offers. "I think I'd rather have my clothes...which are..." Oh, there they are, neatly folded up next to the cot. "Please do excuse me," he adds, still in that tone of perfect dignity--Hermetics must be born with it--"I will be presentable in a moment."

Miki sets the blanket down on the floor, suppressing a grin. "I did not see your clothes," he explains, and trails his fingers down Justin's back.

Serendipity grins crookedly and keeps watching as well -- he and Rex look rather like a pair of somewhat lecherous bookends, there. "I don't think we mind. Take your time. We've got curry and scotch, if you're hungry."

Rex cranes his neck just a little to study Justin's rear end. Then he nods again, approvingly, but refrains from verbal comment.

Justin narrows his eyes at this mutiny, but given the choice between demanding that they leave and continuing to be naked, and getting dressed while they watch, he chooses the latter, and sets about it, trying to look annoyed but only succeeding in looking flattered. He gets his jeans and boots on, and hunts around for the missing shirt for a moment before remembering, "Oh. My shirt became cotton blooms. Ah well. I'm starving, Rex, could I trouble you for some food?" He gives Rex a beseeching look.

Miki takes advantage of the missing shirt and places the palms of his hands against Justin's back. "You are warm and you smell of the unicorn," he says contentedly.

Serendipity arches a brow slightly -- coulda sworn he'd just offered on the food front. Oh well, just gives him more time to watch, then, doesn't it. "...well, =looks= like you had fun, anyway."

"Sure thing!" Rex says, and teeters from the room. There is the sound of a small collision and Rex mutters something, but shortly after, there is the sound of a pot being scraped and silverware against a bowl.

Justin bows his head a moment, that luscious wreath of flowers twined into his hair nodding gently. "Fun is a word of insufficient power," he responds, and grins, and takes Miki's hand and goes out into the Diner proper. "Could you get these flowers out of my hair, Miki...?"

Miki follows Justin, still smiling and bemused. "They look nice in your hair, though." He reaches out and touches a few of them.

"They do," Ren agrees, tilting his head a little as he observes. "Like I said.... suits ya. Smells nice, too."

Rex pokes his head back into the room. "Got a bowl of curry waitin' for ya, Justin."

Justin finds the end of his braid and pulls it over his shoulder, eyeing the great profusion of vines therein. "...Maybe it can wait a bit," he says reflectively. "Is this nightshade? Thank you, Rex." Gratefully he accepts the bowl and takes some bread as well. "It's a good thing Rowan wasn't home," he adds, thoughtfully.

A flicker of something passes over Miki's face, but he answers mischievously, "Then the unicorn would have put you in Saza's bed. This is honeysuckle, it smells like all summer." He touches the yellow and white flowers and leans into Justin's shoulder to smell them.

"Can't see the problem with bein' in either of their beds," Serendipity remarks, following into the main room to join the curry again, though hardly any of his is left.

"'S a good thing Robin wasn't here," Rex says, "since she's been stayin' cause of the weather." He smiles. "A'course, she'd prob'ly have the little Turtletop take pictures or somethin'."

Miki shoots Rex a rueful look that says louder than words that although it's probably for the best that Robin wasn't here, he does rather wish that she had been.

Justin's blush resurges at the thought of Robin witnessing him in his previous state. Or even in his current one. The blush could also have something to do with Ren's commentary. "Thank God she wasn't," he mutters, setting to the curry. His eyes widen. "...Rex, this is delicious." And then the heat hits and he hastily takes a bite of bread.

Miki turns back to Justin and laughs into his hair. "She would have enjoyed it."

"Who wouldn't?" Ren asks brightly, and happily munches the rest of his own curry, taking a drink and then offering the bottle over. He glances over to Rex, looking speculative for no apparent reason.

"Thanks," Rex says, limping over to lean against the counter. "Glad I'd brought it over for ya. Can I get ya anything else from the kitchen? I think there's still some apple pie in the fridge."

"Rex," says Miki, glancing away from Justin, "why are you limping? What has happened?"

"I daresay she'd have enjoyed it, for all the wrong reasons," Justin mutters. "Cold water, Rex, if you'd be so kind?" He eyes Serendipity's flask, and shakes his head. "Thank you, no, I'm quite warm enough."

Serendipity inclines his head in acknowledgement, and wanders over to offer it to Rex again instead, addressing the other Kin. "I'll get it," he offers, "You ought sit down 'n' rest your leg some. ...Y'know what's good for an injury like that? Put some ice 'n' heat on it, and a little massage...." He grins, and finds a suitable cup.

"Oh," Rex says, waving a hand dismissively as he turns toward the kitchen. "Fell off the roof this morning. Twisted my ankle an' m'back. No biggie." He stops at Ren's offer. "Oh, hey, thanks. The water from the tap is cold." He sprawls in a chair decoratively. It just happens to be the cherry blossom chair, and a few petals flutter onto his shoulder from the foot-long branch upthrust into the air.

"Fell off the roof?" exclaims Miki, standing up abruptly. He walks across the room and glowers down at Rex. "What were you doing? You should not be falling off roofs, the ground is hard, are you all right?"

Justin shakes his head at Rex. "You're accident-prone, Rex. It's a good thing you're cat-kin, or you'd've killed yourself by now." He grins, looking at Rex with a certain amount of appreciation himself, before continuing to eat.

Serendipity brings back a tall glass of tap water and a chunk of ice wrapped in a dishtowel, and presents the former to Justin, the latter to Rex, plucking one of the petals off the cat Kin's shoulder. "Ta da, water. And ice, if you wanna give it a try."

Rex looks up at Miki with large eyes. "Um. All the ice had backed up Miss Anita's gutters, so I climbed up to clear them out so's she wouldn't have water comin' in her roof. An', well, ice, slippery, thud. Y'know?" He spreads his hands and looks innocent. "I didn't *used* t'be such a damn klutz," he says to Justin. "It's like all the cat blood's gone on vacation or somethin'." He takes the towel-wrapped ice with a nod of thanks, and applies it to his left ankle studiously.

Justin accepts the glass with a gracious nod to Serendipity, which is made only slightly ludicrous by his crown of wisteria and honeysuckle. "Thank you, good sir." He can't repress the grin at the look Rex is giving Miki.

"All the cat stayed inside sleeping in a warm place," says Miki ruefully, pausing for a moment to lay a hand on Rex's shoulder. "You are not much hurt?"

Rex presses his cheek to Miki's hand for a moment. "Naw, you know me. I get right back up an' keep goin'." He shifts slightly and winces at something in his back, but grins. "I'll prob'ly be stiff in the mornin', an' not in the fun way."

"If you hurt too much, you can ask Rowan to fix it," Miki suggests, glancing towards the Diner door. He adds, in a carefully neutral tone, "If you can find him."

Dali pushes the door open and steps in, windblown, looking like a relic from some late autumn leaf-pile with her muli-colored hair in a tangled cloud aruond her face and shoulders. "Brr!" she says as she comes in, but she says it cheerfully.

Justin blushes once again when he sees Dali come in. Given his current state, it's not difficult to understand why. "Hello, Dali," he says, a little sheepishly. "Cold out, isn't it."

Serendipity grins at Rex. "...well, if you wanna make it the fun way, I haven't got plans yet," he offers easily, and leans back to see who's opened the door. "Heya, lovely. Nice seein' you again."

Seemingly without intention or consideration -- that is, purely on reflex -- Rex is on his feet. The first thing out of his mouth is an exquisitely respectful, "Ma'am." The second thing is a quiet, "Ow." Sadly, this means that Ren's proposition is lost for the moment.

Miki stares at the door as it opens, then blinks as Dali enters, a slight lessening of his intensity which is nothing so rude as disappointment. He places a gentle hand on Rex's back at Rex's exclamation of pain. "You should have a pillow." He gently strokes his hand down Rex's back, then vanishes into the cot room for a moment, reemerging with a pillow. "Robin will not mind."

Dali's attention is first and most vividly caught by the specter of Summer Past, and his observation. "Well, over in my reality it is, at least," she agrees cautiously. After a moment, though, Rex's salute sinks in and she looks over at him. "Hey, kiddo--hey, what's wrong? You shouldn't be standin' on that, should you?"

Justin blushes deeper, but grins, and finishes his food, and drains the cold water at a draught. He gets up to take his dishes into the kitchen, and in the process of walking across the room, leaves a rich scent of honeysuckle behind him.

Serendipity shifts a little in his chair, and stays silent for now, though he watches Rex's reaction to Dali with interest.

"I..." Rex, unusually pale, rests a hand on the small of his back. "You're right, I shouldn't. I think I'd better go lie down. Home ain't so far."

Miki tosses the pillow onto a table. "Rex, do you want me to walk you home?" Now he looks worried.

Dali's lips press together momentarily with something like disappointment, then she nods and smiles. "Whatever it takes. Though it looks like you got a good set up there with the ice, and the pillow..." She looks away to take the pressure off him, and finds herself looking at Serendipity. "Hallo," she says casually.

"You wanna-" Serendipity starts, but breaks off as Miki speaks. "...took the words right outta my mouth," he finishes, with a little shrug, before glancing back to Dali and giving her a smile, "...though she's gotta point, too. Hi there."

Justin comes out of the kitchen fiddling with the end of his braid and frowning myopically at it, apparently attempting to disentangle his foliage. It does not seem to want to oblige.

Rex smiles and waves Miki and Ren off. "Don't worry 'bout me. I'll just walk slow and I'll be fine. Come by an' check on me later if you don't believe me." He turns the smile on Dali. "I'm sorry, ma'am, you keep catching me at bad times. It ain't anything personal, honest." Rex limps over, picks up the battered leather jacket from its chair, and hobbles for the door. "Enjoy the curry. Please do finish it off, if you like." And he goes out into the cold blast.

Miki looks after Rex, his gaze worried, then drifts back to Justin's side. "I will untangle that for you later," he offers, but quietly rather than with his earlier merriment. He reaches up to touch the braid.

Dali exhales softly. "Right. Well," she says, moving into the room.

Serendipity glances after Rex, too, and sighs briefly, finally remembering to reclaim that bottle and tuck it back into his coat. Somewhere.

Justin smiles down at Miki. Given his decorations, it makes him look closer to Dionysus than himself. "Thank you. It seems quite firmly stuck. Go after Rex if you would like."

Miki smiles up at Justin and raises a hand to play with a lock of Justin's greenery-entwined hair. "I will not take long. Shall I find you here or at your house?"

Serendipity tilts his head, considering a moment. "Hey, Miki. Y'mind if I go along with you?" he inquires, rising from his seat and clearing away his and Rex's bowls of curry to the kitchen, quickly.

Dali pulls a chair up near the wood stove and sits down. "Okay, but if this is because I smell bad or somethin' you could just say so." She doesn't sound overly perturbed.

"At home, I should think. Or if I'm not there, you could ask Bryce to come here and bring me a shirt." Justin grins ruefully at Miki, and sits down. He also laughs quietly at Dali. "Bad timing, I'm afraid."

Dali motions Justin over. "You want me to try to get that free? Or would you rather leave it for Miki?"

Serendipity emerges again, dusting off his hands, and grins at Dali, making a show of sniffing the air. "Hey, all I smell's honeysuckle. I wouldn't worry on that count. And trust me, it can't be your looks driving us out. So I think Justin might have the right of it, y'know?"

Miki laughs a little, a low chuckle. "Well, you can borrow a blanket. Or my cloak, it is not far to Rex's house or yours." He leaves his hand on Justin's bare shoulder for a moment, then says, "I will leave my cloak for you, so you will not be cold, I have my sweater." Then he glances towards the kitchen and says, "I do not mind if you come along," to Ren, quite formally.

Dali gives Serendipity a mild look, but chooses not to rise to the bait. "Take care, boys," she says, flapping a hand in farewell.

Justin considers his braid. "I'll leave it for a while longer. The flowers really are quite lovely. If... given to me in an unusual fashion. Thank you, Miki." He squeezes Miki's hand where it lays on his shoulder.

Serendipity gives Dali a light salute, and inclines his head to Miki in a somewhat formal acknowledgement itself. "See y'all anon," he bids in farewell, and waits for Miki at the door, slipping out of his coat to offer it, mutely and casually, to the now-cloakless youth before they head out.

Miki gives the coat an almost comically suspicious look. "Um, ah... no, I am warm enough," he says, then gives Ren a quirk of a smile as he opens the door. "I do not think I want to be one of the things hidden in your coat," he adds, as he steps outside.

Serendipity laughs, and puts the coat back on with a shrug. "Honest," he protests mildly, "It hasn't eaten anyone in... well, months!" He slips his hands in his pockets, and follows Miki out into the chill of the open air.