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[twoeyesonthesky]

Quinn's found ways to keep himself busy of late, but they've all run out. Thus, he's in the Bar with dinner and the sketchpad Bar gave him, working out the details on London as he knew it when he was twelve- as seen from the mouth of a half-dug tunnel, looking upwards to the sky.

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[pendragon_son]

Melehan is nearby, drinking coffee.

Stupid, stupid hungovers.

[twoeyesonthesky]

At some point Quinn gets up to get himself another drink-

And stops absolutely dead for a moment, just staring.

".... Right," he says at last. "Which one are you again?"

[pendragon_son]

Easily,

"Melehan."

Well, when you are a twin, you get used to people not knowing which one you are. And then he stops, and blinks.

"...you're Quinn?"

[twoeyesonthesky]

Quinn nods. "You look exactly like Jared," he says. "Except the eyes. Wrong colour. But otherwise, damn."

[pendragon_son]

The eyes, and the scar along his jaw. Not that that is obvious, of course. Only when Melehan rubs it in a thoughtful gesture.

A trifle amused,

"Sorry about that."

[twoeyesonthesky]

"Nothin' you can do about it," Quinn mutters, shaking his head slowly. "That's bloody weird. No wonder JOhn Preston bugs out every time he talks to me."

[pendragon_son]

"You look like 'im?"

[twoeyesonthesky]

"Yeah, but he's clean shaven and looks all shiny and respectable," Quinn says. "And he's got a weird accent."

[pendragon_son]

"Huh. Weird. I'll keep an eye open for him."

[twoeyesonthesky]

"Would you? His son came through the door a while back and can't get out, so I'm looking after him." Quinn shakes his head. "I don't mind, but I'd just as soon hand him back to his father before the man decides I kidnapped Robbie in the first place."

[pendragon_son]

"Sure. I mean, I'm not in that much normally, but when I am, I can do that."

[twoeyesonthesky]

Quinn smiles. "Thanks," he says. "How've you been? Looks like it's been a while."

[pendragon_son]

"Three years. And...they crowned my cousin."

Melehan's voice and eyes are utterly flat.

[twoeyesonthesky]

Quinn winces.

"I'm sorry to hear that. When?"

[pendragon_son]

"May Day. Father's birthday. Melou and I have been drunk since - we found this place again, and no one wants to kill us, so."

He raises his cup of coffee.

"Once the hungover's gone, we're going back."

[twoeyesonthesky]

That just gets a shake of the head. "That's just nasty. What're you planning on doing when you get back?"