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[04_after]

The ten-year-old boy who walks into the bar has been here before; his blond hair is mussed from crawling under a tight space, and his blue dress shirt (pants merely khaki dress trousers, today) is a bit dusty.

He blinks at the Bar, irritated expression disappearing into mildly pleased curiousity. This is a way better place to hide from his father than the attic.

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[mm_tl]

Quatre stands, quickly.

"If you'd like to," he says, which is stand-in for yes, please.

[3nanashi]

It seems like it'd be useful.

(Also: Quatre at this age is really obvious when eager. And, in certain respects, predictable at any age.)

Accordingly, Trowa nods, and heads towards Bar. Basic toolkit coming up!

[mm_tl]

Quatre follows and watches, interested, as the toolkit appears.

"Thank you," he tells the Bar, glancing up briefly to Trowa to make sure that was appropriate.