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It's been yet another while that Melou's been here. Yet another birthday has gone by - he's 20 now - and he'd almost begun to forget that Milliways ever existed.
But he didn't entirely, so he's just momentarily confused when he walks in tonight, tired and haggard looking. His shoulder slump slightly as he walks to the nearest table and sits down heavily, laying his sword across the top. He asks the first available waitrat for a large glass of water and just a bit of bread.
Anything more and he'd feel too guilty.
But he didn't entirely, so he's just momentarily confused when he walks in tonight, tired and haggard looking. His shoulder slump slightly as he walks to the nearest table and sits down heavily, laying his sword across the top. He asks the first available waitrat for a large glass of water and just a bit of bread.
Anything more and he'd feel too guilty.