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Dalmasca is in the middle of a desert. It kind of explains why the summers are so hot and dry, but as soon as the calendar year starts to draw to a close, the heat very quickly descends into something of a permanent cold-snap. It only gets worse at night

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[danceswithgoths]

In the name of scientific inquiry, Miki takes a drag off a cigarette as she makes her was past the groups of people. The smoke swirls nicely in front of her, dissipating as she moves on. Down the street, a group of children are kicking around a ball, well pleased to finally be able to stay out after dark. Well amused, Miki turns down the lane, fairly certain that she's on the proper track.

With one last drag off the cigarette, she eyes the houses, stubbing out the butt as she notes Basch's dwelling. Hoisting her rucksack over her shoulder, she knocks on the door, the noise slightly muffled by her mittens.

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There's nothing but silence from within the house for about three seconds. Then, the familiar rhythm of response kicks in; there's a rustle, a soft thump or two, and then deep, equally muffled thuds which grow louder as they near the door.

After the metallic tinkling of what could only be a chain, the door opens. There's an immediate gust of warm and earthy wood smoke from just beyond the doorway and the room is lit in subtle oranges and yellows; Basch's smile is equally warm.

"Miki," he says, and in the manner of only the truly stoic, he manages to cram the two syllables full of fond recognition and calm, pleasant surprise all at once. "I was not expecting company... come in, come in." He steps aside.

[danceswithgoths]

"Oi luv," grinning, she sidles in, the sudden warmth being somewhat of a relief. A moment is spared, wondering if she'll ever get used to the cold. Setting the thought aside, she casts a glance in Basch's direction as she slips her boots off.

"Sorry about not sending word, it's been a busy sort of time." A light shrug, and her coat is off, the mittens shoved into the pockets. "I'm certain you're well familiar with the sort," she grins wryly before moving in for a quick hug.

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"Of course." He says, voice kept somewhat low, and reciprocates the gesture by looping one arm around her shoulders and placing a kiss on the top of her head. "You've been well?"

Hands go out to accept jackets and mittens and bags for stowing. Also, here comes a Bishop, gait lazy and interest seemingly only a shade left of perfunctory.

[dash_and_gash]

((DAMN YOU FOR NOT TELLING ME BEFORE. D:))

This weather was certainly something that Glenn was not accustomed to considering that he came from a place that seemed to be perpetually warm at one time or another. Cold was not exactly the boy's friend in the least bit.

A small grumble escaped from him, tucking his hands inside of the long sleeved, if not thick, shirt. For the day he'd decided on wearing black to drag in heat as he'd been having a bit of a cold spell as of late. For whatever reason that was, he'd opted to look like the walking dead.

A brow raised slightly at the strings of candles, finding it a tad bit weird but not any weirder than most of the stuff he'd seen back in Termina. Though that wasn't something to be debated in that particular point in time.

With what he assumed to be Basch's little house-flat-thing he scooted closer to the door, knocking on it rather hurridly. It was fecking cold out here and he wanted away from that.

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((...WHY HAVE YOU NOT BEEN ON AIM))

In response to Glenn's knocking comes a loud bark from inside the house, muffled by the thick wood of the door. A loud grumble and some thumping footsteps later, and the door cracks open to reveal a Basch. He eyes the young man, expression running the gamut from vaguely grumpy to suspicious to surprised.

"...Glenn?"

[dash_and_gash]

((I HAVE BEEN. JUST LATER IN THE DAY. Target likes working me from like two or four-thirty my time to closing which is like at ten or eleven. D:))

Huh, a dog then? Well, he couldn't say that really surprised him for some odd little reason. But sometimes his logic was a bit flawed and made little to no sense to anyone but himself. A faint grin, however is placed on his face, even if he's a bit cold.

"A bit of a surprise, yeah?"

((Glenn also has a PB, shock? x3))

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((Oh boo on Target. >:/))

"Just a bit," he chuckles, and steps aside. It is quite warm inside, and smells very strongly of a wood-burning stove. Bishop is watching, ready to move in and sniff at a moment's notice.

"Come in, then," he says, and moves aside. "I'd offer to take your jacket, but..."

That MIGHT be a bit of a laugh. Oh lol, not being dressed for the weather.

[danceswithgoths]

The scene plays out, bringing a wide grin to Miki's face, "O' course." As Basch moves over to take hold of The Lump (who seems to be garnering more and more capitalised letters as the evening wears on), she swings off of the counter, smoothly making her way over to the kettle. It takes but a moment to take hold of the kettle, and figure out how one turns the stove off.

Setting the pot down on a cool burner, she turns to watch the proceedings. Bishop seems to have realised that whatever potential danger has passed, and settles back down with a huff. Chaos being momentarily dealt with, the world can proceed apace. Apace seems to imply rolling over, and scratching one's back against the leg of the coffee table before getting back to the business of sleep.

Now propped against the counter, Miki waves at The Lump, still grinning. "Oi, Little-Bit."

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Basch makes his way over, half-mumbling something in the way of an amused "yes, yes, I'm coming" when The Lump doesn't seem to put her arms down. Apparently the longer you hold them up, the more you mean it. She looks Very Disappointed in Basch for waking her, yes she does. She's wearing a plain white dressing gown... probably her nightie.

He takes her underneath the arms and probably intends to rest her on a hip, but this model of kid apparently comes with Neck-Clamping Action. She locks eyes on Miki, sleepy and maybe a little bit scared. Or suspicious. You never know with kids.

"Miki, this is Portia. Portia, this is Miki."

There's a moment where he waits for The Lump formerly known as Portia to respond, but she doesn't.

"Sie Ihnen 'hallo'," he says to her, quietly enough to be an aside, "erklärte was Sie sagen?"

The Lump stares at him, disdainfully, like she's considering this, and then looks back to Miki. She waves in the way that entails slowly opening and closing your hand, the other still around his neck.

"Hello."

[danceswithgoths]

Now more aware of the operating dynamic, Miki nods, quietly amused. This, she can totally roll with. Though it might bear noting that she now has a renewed intent to purchase copious amounts of baked goods for Nikki's consumption.

Thoughts of tiny pies set aside, she clears her throat a touch, "Angenehm. Wie geht es dir?" Her accent's of a surety different than what the girl's used to, but her enunciation more than makes up for it.

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Basch is surprised and then remembers that yes, she spoke "Landian"... though he probably doesn't show it. However, that accent, to his ear, is adorable.

But now is not the time. He glances down at Portia, whose hand has drifted to her face and is gazing at Miki curiously, albeit shyly. She hugs around his neck, suddenly, and buries her head into his shoulder. "Gut," she says, voice tiny and muffled.

She's the kind of kid you wonder why her parents even entertained the thought of it not being his. She's like a teensy, female, rounded version of that bumbling teenage kid that so happened into the Nexus, that one fateful day.

However, she's apparently in for a shock if she expects molly-coddling. Basch carefully untangles her from round him and places her on the floor, then gives her a gentle nudge in Miki's direction.

"She won't hurt you. Go say hello."

She stumbles forward a step or two, and looks up -- way up. Oh God that is a tall scary lady.