September xxth, 1893 — Post Dragon Attack — Pennyworth
Ivy Sandow

He had found his way to her front stoop and sat on the steps to wait for her.  There was bottle in his hand and another on the step next to him, also waiting for her.  When she finally arrived - much later than he'd hoped - he tilted his head at the waiting bottle in a silent invitation. 

"Dragons?"

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Ivy had not expected Dorset on her doorstep, but she was happy to see him — a small smile appeared on her face. She sat next to him on her stoop and opened the bottle with a flick of her wand. "Dragons," she echoed, "You didn't get hurt?"

  

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Seeing her was obviously proof that she hadn't been eaten by a dragon but he didn't feel the relief of it until she settled in next to him.  He shook his head and leaned in to gently clink his bottle against hers before taking a long drink from it.  This little ritual they seemed to have of just showing up at one another's house without reason might've been odd but was also somehow the most natural and comfortable thing in the world today.

"You?"  He could ask if the dragons were contained, how bad things were, if anyone died... but he didn't really want to know those answers.

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Ivy returned his bottle-salute by taking a sip of her own drink. She shook her head at him. "Entirely unscathed," she said, "Even if I smell like smoke." They both did; even if they hadn't gotten hurt, they'd both obviously spent time running around London today.

  

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He snorted. He wasn't really in a laughing mood but she'd caught him off guard. He gave his sleeve a sniff and was a bit surprised to find he also smelled liked smoke.

"I guess I need a bath."

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"Me too," she said, eyeing him. Ivy nudged Dorset with her elbow. "You're in a worse mood than me tonight," she added. Ivy was not sure this had ever happened before; normally, he was a little ray of sunshine and she was looking for something to hit.

  

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