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The door simply opens and shuts, letting a young woman, primly dressed, enter. The business jacket and modest skirt are both navy blue, with a school crest blazoned on the lapel. Her hair is pulled back into a neat twist- but no, no glasses. The lady can see well enough without any such thing, thank you.
Under one arm is a book. Gilt-topped pages, bound in blind-stamped morocco, that exudes the aura of rare first edition. Old and well-kept, but it's not hers.
As Athena glances around the bar, the person said book belongs to, from whom she borrowed it quite a few years ago, is nowhere to be seen. Well, that should have been expected.
With an exceedingly faint shrug, she starts over toward the bar.
(New mun with a char that's been played here before- but I am starting her over with a fresh slate. Thank you!)
(And, the mun is off for sleep. Post is open for tags for the next couple of days for slowtimes!)
Under one arm is a book. Gilt-topped pages, bound in blind-stamped morocco, that exudes the aura of rare first edition. Old and well-kept, but it's not hers.
As Athena glances around the bar, the person said book belongs to, from whom she borrowed it quite a few years ago, is nowhere to be seen. Well, that should have been expected.
With an exceedingly faint shrug, she starts over toward the bar.
(New mun with a char that's been played here before- but I am starting her over with a fresh slate. Thank you!)
(And, the mun is off for sleep. Post is open for tags for the next couple of days for slowtimes!)