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[slasherofprices]

Mr. Skinner has been around. Honestly. Maybe you didn't see him, but he's been around. His invisibility might be attributed to his newfound appreciation for a varied wardrobe, or the fact that he isn't grinning 75% as much as he was before, or the fact that the grins he makes these days do not suggest that he is, in fact, an egotistical, homicidal

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[weeper_of_blood]

Le Chiffre has equally been around and clearly just not noticed. Though he has spent a fair amount of his recent time hiding in his room after waking with a book on his face and absolutely no memory of anything. At first he considered himself very hung over, but now he's not so sure.

He's not so sure of anything, actually. Including his wardrobe, which is totally not suits for once and more with the t-shirts and jeans. His hair also seems to have decided against being slicked down to perfection these past few days, and he- like Skinner- tends to have more welcoming smiles, rather than psychotic ones.

But hark! A man at a booth with coffee, clearly he will be interesting to talk to because the mun insists.

"Mind a bit of company?"

[slasherofprices]

Skinner glances up from his deep contemplation of a cup of espresso a la Two or Three Things I Know About Her to look at the new, scruffified Le Chiffre. He offers one of those uncharacteristic friendly grins.

"Not at all."

[weeper_of_blood]

This would probably be about the time he'd usually introduce himself, but seeing as hiding away in his room has not at all helped in finding a name for himself, he instead goes for a well meaning "Thank you."

With the loss of memory comes a sudden rush in over politeness, which is weird logic, but generally being nice seems to get answers anyway, "Hope I wasn't interrupting anything?"

[slasherofprices]

"No. I was just thinking." He smiles broadly, as if deep contemplation is really no big deal at all. "I can always do that later."