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There is a Henry McCoy studying some textbooks at the Bar. he is hunched up in what seems like it should be a very uncomfortable position. Which it would be for anyone who wasn't a mutant like him. he however, is enjoying the position, with his legs curled under him and peering down at textbooks.
He is nearly completely lost in the world of what he is reading, which are some fascinating, to him, essays and articles on science and technology some fifty years in his future. A large plate of eggs and toast sits nearby, nearly devoured. He is working on his fourth glass of chocolate milk, which seems to be drunk down steadily as he reads.
He is nearly completely lost in the world of what he is reading, which are some fascinating, to him, essays and articles on science and technology some fifty years in his future. A large plate of eggs and toast sits nearby, nearly devoured. He is working on his fourth glass of chocolate milk, which seems to be drunk down steadily as he reads.