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Who: Tony Shepard and Kevas
When: Evening
Where: Top floor of the library
Tony had been sitting while he waited for Kevas, but not for long. His foot had started tapping, and his hand kept dipping into his pocket- his pipe wasn't there, it was gone, and he hated that, hated that, hated that. He soon found himself pacing back and forth, restlessly, nervously, hands crammed into the pockets of his suit.
He didn't know if he could wait much longer, didn't know if his nerves could handle it. God, maybe this had been a bad idea, maybe he should just leave, just go now, before it was too late. Avoidance had worked for him well and often in the past- why should he change his habits now?
When: Evening
Where: Top floor of the library
Tony had been sitting while he waited for Kevas, but not for long. His foot had started tapping, and his hand kept dipping into his pocket- his pipe wasn't there, it was gone, and he hated that, hated that, hated that. He soon found himself pacing back and forth, restlessly, nervously, hands crammed into the pockets of his suit.
He didn't know if he could wait much longer, didn't know if his nerves could handle it. God, maybe this had been a bad idea, maybe he should just leave, just go now, before it was too late. Avoidance had worked for him well and often in the past- why should he change his habits now?