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You spend too much time in the space between tick and tock, and this is what happens; you lose track of the other time. You know, that other time. Where you talk and breathe and think.
And maybe Mordred's spent too much time in the time where you don't do that, you just exist. Maybe.
Or maybe he's just been avoiding people.
Whatever it is, he's in the Bar now. Hair short, jacket black leather (naturally), lounging at his normal table with his boots on the table-top and watching the Bar and the bar with golden eyes.
And maybe Mordred's spent too much time in the time where you don't do that, you just exist. Maybe.
Or maybe he's just been avoiding people.
Whatever it is, he's in the Bar now. Hair short, jacket black leather (naturally), lounging at his normal table with his boots on the table-top and watching the Bar and the bar with golden eyes.