Fakir, Princess Tutu; interdimensional watering hole of your choice

[mm_azy]

It's late, and he's tired, but it's the good kind of tired, the kind that comes from doing something satisfying - in his case, practice. Now he's back in his street clothes, and heading home--

Or that was the plan anyway. The door out lead him out. And into a place he'd been only once before.

"Huh."