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Ryan enters the tavern after being outside, the door languidly swinging shut in his wake. Behind him one can catch the setting sun painting the sky in an array of titian and coral hues, the light framing his glabrous head like it would the dome of the Hagia Sophia. His eyes, an aphotic malachite shade, survey the room before he acquires a seat at the nearest table.
...Forgive the mun, she's been reading fanfic all day and it's obviously warped her mind some.
Anywho, Ryan in a bar, at a table. With one photo album in hand. Come talk to him, especially if you know him!
...Forgive the mun, she's been reading fanfic all day and it's obviously warped her mind some.
Anywho, Ryan in a bar, at a table. With one photo album in hand. Come talk to him, especially if you know him!