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The sensation of a pencil in his hand, and paper under his fingers is familiar, ingrained into what still passes as muscle memory these days. The smell of the books, the slouch of his posture, tipping his chair back on two legs... Even the fact that he's sitting in a bar, the smell of food and alcohol. It's easy to fall back into the habits of decades past.
The difference is that he feels no passion for the study. It won't stop him from learning all he can, but it is still something missing.
He acknowledges it, and sets it aside, and gets back to the research.
It may be of note to passersby that at the head of his notes is the name, Nyarlathotep.
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The difference is that he feels no passion for the study. It won't stop him from learning all he can, but it is still something missing.
He acknowledges it, and sets it aside, and gets back to the research.
It may be of note to passersby that at the head of his notes is the name, Nyarlathotep.
[Xigbar]