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James is what we'll call restless.
He may not look it, as he's staring directly out the Observation Window without moving a muscle, but then staring at a perpetually moving light display is one of the last refuges of boredom, isn't it? So he's at the table by the Observation Window, the one he hasn't sat in for a while, the one he used to smoke at before popular demand said he shouldn't.
He's thinking a trip home may be in the cards, and soon.
[ ooc: i will be shoving james out of the bar soon--maybe tonight, maybe later, but soon! he'll be back, though. thursday-ish. or however long i can go without playing him.
and now i vanish for great 'sleep.' james bond mun will return in 'tagging you back tomorrow'! ]