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The thought of running up a tab doesn't go down well with Adrian, but he really doesn't have a choice; he had thirty dollars in his wallet when he left for Black Mesa way back when, and his credit cards are all run through banks that no longer exist in his world. So he'll deal with that with the Bar, although he won't like it.
For now, though, he's got breakfast and a sewing kit. He's seated at one of the better lit tables and mostly ignoring his breakfast so that he can work on repairing his uniform. The fatigues've been through hell, both at Black Mesa and in the wilds of Pennsylvania; they could do with quite a bit of work.
He's humming something low and bluesy under his breath as he works, but he seems cheerful nonetheless. Feel free to bother him.
[tinytag: Adrian Shephard, Chell]
For now, though, he's got breakfast and a sewing kit. He's seated at one of the better lit tables and mostly ignoring his breakfast so that he can work on repairing his uniform. The fatigues've been through hell, both at Black Mesa and in the wilds of Pennsylvania; they could do with quite a bit of work.
He's humming something low and bluesy under his breath as he works, but he seems cheerful nonetheless. Feel free to bother him.
[tinytag: Adrian Shephard, Chell]