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[friendlykillingmachine]

[ In the crowded hotel bar, Rocky occupies a seat by the exit. He has no real reason to be here except that this is where most of the humans are hanging out and while he feels pretty useless right now, he figures maybe eventually he'll be somebody's designated something-or-other. Until then, he finishes building a tower made of cocktail sticks, briefly admires his work, then gently pushes it over.

That's when he happens to look up and spot a familiar face. He'd noticed Hawke earlier but it looked like she was busy having fun so he let her be and kept to himself. But now that she's looking his way, he smiles brightly and raises his hand in a wave.]

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[kirkwalled]

[ there's a wave in response.

hawke had been here for a while, had a room upstairs as she milled about and wondered what to do with her newfound place in a more "modern" environment (she was still getting a bit used to that idea too) but! she is adaptable, rolls with the punches, and is also incredibly friendly. she's met a few new people since her initial encounter with rocky and hadn't quite expected to see him again so soon, or be remembered, but she's delighted when she does. it takes a while to extract herself from the group she's found herself with -- promises to ask after them later and meet up for more socializing -- and ends up heading over to where rocky is at the bar.

she leans next to him, giving a warm smile before looking over to his mess of cocktail sticks and then back up to his face with a raised eyebrow. she looks nice though, in a red cocktail dress and black flats, still adjusting to wearing things that aren't armor and blood and there's a bit of a flush to her face from the alcohol she's already had. ]

Hey. Funny running into you here, serah. Are you meeting someone?