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[winglessascent]

He's had a little too much to drink and there is a sweet heavy marijuana-smoke smell hanging around him. He looks like some sort of sad-eyed angel or pixie, or some other lovely, fragile thing missing its wings

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[sugarspunthing]

The Mab is thrilled. Not only is there a biscuit around, it's the biscuit she once knew.

She hovers close behind him before she settles herself on his shoulder, leaning against his neck. Mab leans up carefully, softly, to whisper --

"Did you miss me?"

[winglessascent]

He's startled, and a little drunk, and more than a little stoned, so it takes longer than it should for him to reply. "Yeah. Yeah, I did." He still isn't sure she's real, but he hopes so.

[sugarspunthing]

Mab smiles a big smile, the kind of smile that stretches over her tiny tiny teeth. She presses a very tiny, sticky kiss on his neck before saying anything else.

"Good. I missed you too. -- where's your biscuit?"

[winglessascent]

"My what?" The last thing Griffin remembers is seriously contemplating jumping out a window, although he never quite got there. "Where have you been, anyway?"

[senseforromance]

*headtilts* Pardon me, sir?

[winglessascent]

. . . Where am I?

[senseforromance]

*pretty frown* I'm afraid I am not certain myself, but it is not London.

[winglessascent]

And it's not L.A., and it's not the Valley, and it's not New York. Fuck. Maybe it's another weird dream. -- Sorry. Hi. I'm Griffin.