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[bystarscrossed]

[A man sat in a corner of the library, a pile of books at his feet and even more on the table at his side. His attention was fully in whatever it was he seemed to be reading, though he sped through the pages as if he were on a mission. A cigarette lay burning and abandoned in a tray on the table full of books and an empty wine glass rested on its

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HI AGAIN. |D

[accedoletum]

Nice to see you again, General.

OH GOD. dramaz yo

[bystarscrossed]

[A hand grips the spine of the book he was reading at that voice.]

...Neah.

Dramaz indeed. And this one is back from the trauma center :|a

[accedoletum]

[What a pleasant surprise, amirite?]

It's been awhile, has it not?

..Lucky Crossed?

[bystarscrossed]

[No. Not really. Not after some of the messes he's made.]

It has.

... Maybe.

[accedoletum]

Have you been well?

[Small talk. Hasn't talked to his "friend" in awhile. Little does he know that it's not Cross from back home.]

do.. not... trust...

[bystarscrossed]

Could be better but it is a state I'm familiar with.

[Not sure what to do with this small talk. It's not the right one though so a little of it won't kill him or affect his sanity.]

Hey he's relatively erm harmless.

[accedoletum]

Oh? What's on your mind, General?

[Maybe he shouldn't have asked. But too late now.]

Oh dear...

[bystarscrossed]

Too many things, Neah.

[He's guarded now, not wanting to tell this other Neah what his mind held onto.]