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[immortalmistake]

[Firo is in the back of the theater brooding in a Manly Fashion. He has a bottle of absinthe in one hand and he's drinking straight from it, gagging and spitting at the taste. In his lap there's a little canvas sack; on his neck, a blood stain he missed while cleaning himself up.

He happens to be in a less than sociable mood.]