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There's a teenage boy sitting splayed on a couch, looking like today is the funniest thing he's seen in weeks.
He's fairly short for a boy: compact, solidly muscled, but short. Despite that, he's sitting like he has a pair of basketballs in his pants, and he's laughing at pretty nearly everyone who passes.
His grin, and the patterns of scarring that cover what little skin is visible at ankles and wrists, and maybe something about the attitude -- it's all a bit familiar, really, even though this boy's never been seen in the Bar before.
He's fairly short for a boy: compact, solidly muscled, but short. Despite that, he's sitting like he has a pair of basketballs in his pants, and he's laughing at pretty nearly everyone who passes.
His grin, and the patterns of scarring that cover what little skin is visible at ankles and wrists, and maybe something about the attitude -- it's all a bit familiar, really, even though this boy's never been seen in the Bar before.