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	Cyril have a thin lipped tight goofy grin towards Foy. [color=fff79a]"How'th he get hith muthtache to do that?"[/color] he asked in complete innocence. The man could be positively adorable the way he looked around wide eyed at everything and everyone. It was like the world was new to him, there was no bad in his mind at times like these. 

	Jahosafat blinked several times. His head tilting to the side like a dog who was wondering just what in the blue blazes their master was going on about. Foy coming onto the scene didn't move the dapper mahogany man in the slightest. His eyes flickering between Cyril and that sock on his hand. Just what in the 'Verse had Anisa let onto her ship. 

	Anisa knew, at least half way. She knew Bridgette. And hearing Harper over the com she upped her pace and headed for the galley. Double time. They had a lot to cover today before take off and they had work to do once they did. Things needed to be wrapped up quickly but not too quickly where she couldn't at least say hello to the Viking woman. She owed her that. 

	[color=fff79a][i]"Well holy fuck, it's ebony and ivory."[/i][/color] Innocence was not a word that Jericho though was truly familiar with. That sock had a mouth on him. Okay, he was mostly mouth, both figurative and literally.

	That made Jahosafat snort in laughter as he brought his hand up to his face. [color=gray]"Daaaaamn."[/color] The man was usually much more articulate in his phrasing but sometimes you just went ghetto. 

	[color=fff79a][i]"Bababababitch please,"[/i][/color] Jericho flapped before Cyril grabbed the sock and clamped down the mouth on that thing with his free hand. 

	[color=fff79a]"Thorry, Jericho liketh to thay what'th on hith mind,"[/color] the towering man said innocently before grinning and rushing back up the stairs. [color=fff79a]"Excuthe me, gotta make thanmich for pretty lady,"[/color] he said before darting off. 

	[color=gray]"I dare say young man, this is an opportunity is social situations that I shan't be absent for, a plethora of personalities converging together in what I can only imagine will be as one Lothario once described as a clusterfuck,"[/color] he said before taking wide steps to follow the man with the sock. 

	Anisa came into the galley about the time that Bridgette had just had her first vision of Foy. [color=f26522]"That's the barber,"[/color] she said as she walked over and embraced Bridgette. [color=f26522]"Hey bitch, sorry wasn't here sooner, had shit to do. See you have met Harper, that's Foy, I assume coming up behind him is your brother and that dark chap is the doctor,"[/color] she said before turning and spotting Dorothy coming her way. 

	Cyril got to work waving happily at Anisa. He wanted to make her a sandwich. Jahosafat tipped his hat but remained silent, he wanted to watch. Yet Anisa could tell there was something going on and it wasn't good. [color=f26522]"Jahosafat, take our newest member to see Preacher and get that taken care of. I'll be right back. Harper, make sure no one kills anyone,"[/color] she added before turning quickly and going over to Dorothy and Daphne. 

	[color=f26522]"Alright, what is it?"[/color]