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[mm_kayzie]

Inyri's at a table in the back, a cup of caf beside her elbow as she reads a book the bar gave her.

"Reads."

It's in English, so she can't even decipher the title.

Botherable~

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[allthenoise]

Jeran's watching her.

Except he's not really watching her. Not constantly, anyway. He's watching other people, too, as he drinks his lum and rubs idly at the cuts on his arms.

He just watches her more than he watches other people.

[little_forge]

The book has really pretty writing, she decides as she squints at it, running her finger over the printed words.

She glances up, around the same time Jeran's looking at her again. Holds his gaze for a moment before looking back at the book.

Hmph.

[allthenoise]

That gets a grin, and Jeran looks away again as someone pretty walks past.

He takes a swig from his bottle, finishes it, and holds it up thoughtfully.

"I'm getting another round," he calls to Inyri with a sidelong look. "You want anything?"

[little_forge]

"Why? You gonna put somethin' in it?" She asks, looking up at him again, eyebrows raised.