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[the_antiangst]

Angel's at a table, with some hot chocolate and his notebook. There's nothing particularly doom-filled on the horizon, not as far as he knows, he's just... trying to figure something out.
Namely: So what do you get a bohemian filmmaker who can afford everything (even if he doesn't want it) for his birthday

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[rebelheartalien]

Michael is out of the rafters now, and passes Angel's table on his way to the Bar.

[the_antiangst]

He's seen the blue a couple of other times, and also this is Milliways, so it's not that surprising. Certainly is eye-catching, though.
"Blue is Antar, right?" The question's out before he can stop it.

[rebelheartalien]

Michael stops and turns, surprised but not all that suspicious.

"...Yeah?"

[the_antiangst]

"I've seen Val come in from there a couple of times. And Faith, on one memorable occasion. Didn't mean to ask quite that abruptly, though, sorry about that. I'm Angel, by the way."