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Enter Sands.
Not looking as smart as the first time, with his shirt rumpled and his hair unwashed. His mouth is a fine line of tiredness and tightly coiled nerves, and his sunglasses are pushed as firmly up the bridge of his nose as ever. The walking stick has, apparently, been left in his room.
He hesitates in the door to the guest rooms, hand on the frame and a frown on his face (it’s all so loud), but only for a second. Then he shrugs and takes a step forwards. And another.
Fingertips trailing the wall, he begins to walk the perimeter of the bar. Under his breathe, a faint murmuring of 'three... four... five...' can just be heard.
[Mun is shockingly bored and in need of entertainment. Feel free to come and bother.]
Not looking as smart as the first time, with his shirt rumpled and his hair unwashed. His mouth is a fine line of tiredness and tightly coiled nerves, and his sunglasses are pushed as firmly up the bridge of his nose as ever. The walking stick has, apparently, been left in his room.
He hesitates in the door to the guest rooms, hand on the frame and a frown on his face (it’s all so loud), but only for a second. Then he shrugs and takes a step forwards. And another.
Fingertips trailing the wall, he begins to walk the perimeter of the bar. Under his breathe, a faint murmuring of 'three... four... five...' can just be heard.
[Mun is shockingly bored and in need of entertainment. Feel free to come and bother.]