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Duo Maxwell walks into the bar. Once again, it looks like he's been in some trouble. It doesn't look like he's geared up for a mission, though. He's wearing a faded t-shirt and jeans with ragged cuffs and holes in both knees. All his clothes are streaked liberally with what looks like thick, black dust. One half of a set of handcuffs dangles off his right wrist.
The red of a fresh bruise is slowly spreading up the right side of his face.
He looks at Milliways. He looks at his watch. Duo lets out a sigh with the very edge of a laugh in it, and shakes his head.
"Figures."
The red of a fresh bruise is slowly spreading up the right side of his face.
He looks at Milliways. He looks at his watch. Duo lets out a sigh with the very edge of a laugh in it, and shakes his head.
"Figures."