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So, an assassin walks into a bar. Oh, wait, you've heard this one before? Alright then. How about this.
Belle has been quite busy since she rode out into the sunset. Part of her had been sure she'd never see this place again, when she truly had intended to stop in often. After all, she has friends and surrogate family here.
She's older now, by about ten years, and it tells on her face. Currently, said face is split into a smile that threatens the stability of her ears. She even makes a gleeful noise, and immediately begins looking around, to see how the Bar has changed.
It hasn't terribly much, and that pleases her. This is the best home she's ever had, and she's so happy to be back she can't contain herself.
Belle has been quite busy since she rode out into the sunset. Part of her had been sure she'd never see this place again, when she truly had intended to stop in often. After all, she has friends and surrogate family here.
She's older now, by about ten years, and it tells on her face. Currently, said face is split into a smile that threatens the stability of her ears. She even makes a gleeful noise, and immediately begins looking around, to see how the Bar has changed.
It hasn't terribly much, and that pleases her. This is the best home she's ever had, and she's so happy to be back she can't contain herself.