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A portal opens, and a red-headed man in jeans and a grey shirt walks through. He's pouring over a book... at least, until he barks one knee against a couch. He grunts, startled, and looks up. "Now who would put a couch in the middle of-" Then, he notices the Sign. "-Oh. Right..."
He finally gives the place a good looking-over, trying not to gape too openly. It's a little bit difficult for him to limit himself to just 'a' question, all things considered. "So, question. Uh... oh, I've got one! Favorite musical?" he grins slightly.
He looks down at the book he was reading and looks back up, seeming disturbed despite the blank look on his face. "And I've got another one, if that's all right. What's the appeal of 'naughty tentacles', exactly?"
He finally gives the place a good looking-over, trying not to gape too openly. It's a little bit difficult for him to limit himself to just 'a' question, all things considered. "So, question. Uh... oh, I've got one! Favorite musical?" he grins slightly.
He looks down at the book he was reading and looks back up, seeming disturbed despite the blank look on his face. "And I've got another one, if that's all right. What's the appeal of 'naughty tentacles', exactly?"