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[mnt_donnie]

Don pokes his head through the door, into the bar. Hm.

Well, why not. He already did the work he deemed necessary for tonight, and it might be good to get some socializing in tonight, before he meditates. Sometimes, a change is as good as a rest.

He settles himself at a table, with some herbal tea. His bō, of course, is close at hand.

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[mnt_mike]

[mnt_donnie]

Well, no.

But he is sure there's someone who will be getting a noogie if they don't put it back.

"I don't steal your chucks, you know."

[mnt_mike]

[mnt_donnie]

"Why would I? They are far too unwieldy," says Don, in his best snotty brother tone. (He learned it from Mike.)

[mnt_mike]