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((OOM: Le Chiffre, after a good long stretch of not kidnapping anyone, suddenly experiences a regression into this very bad habit. Therapy is suggested. Looots and looots of therapy. No warnings really, unless gratuitous use of poetry appalls.))
The young man known as Deitmar is in the bar, wearing a band-aid on his thumb and another on his wrist, clutching an ice pack to the back of his head, and glaring fixedly at the far wall. This is not his best mood. He has, in fact, had a rather trying day.
However, from the way he is trying not to glare at nearby people, he'll accept sane company.
The young man known as Deitmar is in the bar, wearing a band-aid on his thumb and another on his wrist, clutching an ice pack to the back of his head, and glaring fixedly at the far wall. This is not his best mood. He has, in fact, had a rather trying day.
However, from the way he is trying not to glare at nearby people, he'll accept sane company.