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For as happy, as ecstatic as he was the last time he was here, Posner is oddly subdued when he comes into the bar.
More than subdued. Melancholy. Morose.
He's in his school uniform again. The one he thought he wouldn't ever be putting on again. When he gets to the bar, he perches on a stool, unsure what to ask for. It seems nothing could possibly make this right.
Eventually, without him asking, a cup of tea and a plate of biscuits appear on the counter. He doesn't touch either.
[ooc: Open 'til it scrolls, per usual.]
More than subdued. Melancholy. Morose.
He's in his school uniform again. The one he thought he wouldn't ever be putting on again. When he gets to the bar, he perches on a stool, unsure what to ask for. It seems nothing could possibly make this right.
Eventually, without him asking, a cup of tea and a plate of biscuits appear on the counter. He doesn't touch either.
[ooc: Open 'til it scrolls, per usual.]