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[thiefprinceremy]

There was a bored Thief innabooth, with a mostly-finished dinner, of the 'incredibly healthy' variety. Namely, a plate of nachos bigger than his head and a side of paradoxes to go with.

Also, a 50/50-bar-float which he was still sipping at occasionally, more toying with the straw than anything, just watching the bar.

Go poke him or something.

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[dragonofgrey]

He'd likely recognize the pacing wizard who seemed to be endeavoring to wear a groove in the floor.

[thiefprinceremy]

And he did, brow arching slightly, just watching him pace for a moment before shaking his head and lighting a cigarette, exhaling the smoke through his nose, "Y'aright over t'ere petit?"

[dragonofgrey]

"Fine," Draco curtly replied, and continued pacing. Took him a moment to reocognize the voice. Oh, him. Er, right.

"Yes, fine." And he went back to pacing again.

[thiefprinceremy]

His brow was still arched, just a little, eyes tracking the blonde's back and forth movement, "T'is somet'in' y'always do when y'fine?"