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[not_broomboy]

They sit quietly on one of the couches near the fire, chatting. Anyone who has seen Liir in the bar these past months, anyone who has spoken to him or even gotten him to speak back would probably be surprised at his animation, at how he speaks and moves and seems so very present. It has a great deal to do with the blond man sitting next to him sipping carefully at a cup of tea, listening quite intently.

There is no cigarette smoke, no verse, no morose and winding thoughts. Merely tea and conversation and a smile that will not go away even as his jaw aches fiercely from it.