forty-eight cities

[endthem]

[where can mass murderers troubled playwrights often be found? Museums, of course. And today, Legato has ventured into the Musée de l'Homme. He is spending hours of his temporary freedom among works of beauty, surrounded by articles of the past.

Eventually, he takes a break and settles down in the cafe, flipping open the journal after ordering

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[tehoniongirl]

Un chocolat cha- No.

[she cuts off abruptly when she comes around the corner of the table to actually see who's sitting there. It something of a miracle that she manages to keep ahold of the hot chocolate, rather than spilling it in his lap]

[endthem]

[when he glances up and realizes that he recognizes his server, there is an unfocused look of pleasant surprise on his face]

Oh-- why, hello.

[tehoniongirl]

[her own surprise is anything but pleasant. She takes a step back away from the table]

...This can't be happening.

[why did this always have to happen?]

[endthem]

I take it that you're surprised to see me?

[tehoniongirl]

You're supposed to be in prison. [not...here.]

[endthem]

Apparently, this world disagrees with you on that point.