Sometime, somewhere, in the midst of that repeating cycle, a man cleared his throat.
He was hard to miss, sitting as he was in an armchair with a martini in hand, his black-and-white suit impeccable and clean.
"I somehow expected we'd get people from Haven down here more often than we do," he said. "Of course, I've only actually been paying attention for a few years."
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Re: As You Were - MOAR DEATH
Date: 2020-09-19 05:51 pm (UTC)He was hard to miss, sitting as he was in an armchair with a martini in hand, his black-and-white suit impeccable and clean.
"I somehow expected we'd get people from Haven down here more often than we do," he said. "Of course, I've only actually been paying attention for a few years."