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The young boy looked at Mathius, then frowned, he looked like a sad puppy dog. "Bu— But.."
He sighed and then rubbed at his arm wounds again, they seemed to be bothering him. "Well! Have you seen my uncle? Big, bushy beard, smells like tea, gives good bear hugs? I lost him and can't find him either."

"No, I can't say that I have. Either way, I'm willing to help you,"

She continued to stroke thirs fur "aww sweetie I'm okay" she leaned down kissing his nose softly

She giggled, "Hello, Mathius-nii."

Akira smiled warmly at the young man, "Then I cannot go with you because I do not know what your Father wishes to do with me." It was an unknown she was not willing to undertake.

He cuddled against her wagging his tail.

She giggled "do you have a owner?" she cuddled him back, scratching the spot that every dog loves on there sie

The tiny prince furrowed his brows, his eyes pricking with tears, but he did not yell or throw a fit. Instead, he bowed in respect and understanding and scurried off somewhere into the bar.

If one were to go look for him, he would be in a corner, sitting next to some stacked, wooden crates, hugging his knees.

In an unexpected turn of events, Akira sat near the Prince. "I may not be the one you seek, but I can help you find the Avatar so you can go home if you wish?"

Fumizuki had been sitting nearby and noticed Akira talking with Zuko. "Huh? Can I help too?"

He started kicking his leg. He would then look up at her then went to Fumizuki and sat in front of her wagging his tail looking back and forth between Fumizuki and Heather

Heather giggled and stopped "such a sweet boy! " she looked up "does this dog have a owner?"

Akira looked at Fumizuki, "It will likely be very dangerous. Are you sure?"

And then Akira looked at Heather, "I do not know if the dog has an owner. I have never seen him with one."

A tall man entered the bar, leaving behind snowy shoe tracks. He had icy blue eyes and pale, scar-riddled skin with half of his jet black hair tied back in a ponytail. Dragunov wore a pale green-blue Henley shirt and dark purple pants with a black harness around his thighs and a black belt with a sliver skull buckle. This was tucked into heavy black boots with red accents on the sides. He also wore black fingerless gloves and a string necklace with a bone pendant and a sliver razor blade. Dragunov moved with silence to the bar counter and sat on a stool.

"I know I'm a cute and adowable smol floof, but I'm also a naval vessel." Fumizuki reminds Akira. "I'll do my best to help."

Akira smiled at the brave Fumizuki, "Then, if the Prince accepts my offer, I would be honored if you helped too."

He stood "I can't let Fumizuki go alone. I'll go too....I just want to be a good father"

Sergei made a beckoning signal towards Claude. When Claude came over and leaned towards him, he said something inaudible. Claude nodded and went to prepare his drink. After a bit, Claude came back with a warm mug of sbiten and slid it towards him. Dragunov nodded and sipped the fragrant and spicy drink to warm himself up.

Akira waved a hello at Sergei.

"Okie, Papa." Fumizuki smiled happily, as she was more than okay with having Drael along. Besides, his strength might come in handy.