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Kon enters the bar, a troubled look in his eyes. He doesn't notice where he is at first, but when he does? He looks like he can't decide whether to be relieved or annoyed.
Real life at the moment isn't exactly a piece of cake. Or, if it is, it's a big piece of shit flavoured pie - a lovely mental image. Finding out that you grow up to be something completely evil and coming face to face with this isn't enjoyable -at all-.
He glances at the door for a moment, before frowning. "Oh, screw it." He'll stay here for a little while. He could use a damned break.
Real life at the moment isn't exactly a piece of cake. Or, if it is, it's a big piece of shit flavoured pie - a lovely mental image. Finding out that you grow up to be something completely evil and coming face to face with this isn't enjoyable -at all-.
He glances at the door for a moment, before frowning. "Oh, screw it." He'll stay here for a little while. He could use a damned break.